“I wish I had been,” he said softly, his arm tightening around me. “I wish I could have heard every word.”
The next few weeks fell into a routine. Blaine would spend mornings looking for odd jobs, construction work when he could find it, labor when he couldn’t. I took a part-time position at a small cafe near the boarding house, serving coffee and sandwiches to office workers during the lunch rush.
The pay was terrible and my feet achd constantly, but it was income we desperately needed.
Evenings were for planning. Sarah had uncovered some promising information about Morrison Holdings, including the fact that several properties currently owned by the company had originally been purchased with funds from Morrison Constructions accounts.
More importantly, she’d found irregularities in the documentation of the business transfer. Signatures that looked forged, witness statements that seemed fabricated.
“Richard got sloppy,” she explained during one of our meetings. “When you’re stealing from people who are too griefstricken to pay attention, you don’t worry much about covering your tracks perfectly. But legal documents require precision, and there are several instances where his forgeries don’t quite hold up to scrutiny.”
