Mason had forgotten that day.
Arthur had not.
On the back, his father had written one sentence.
YOU WERE MY SON BEFORE THE VERDICT, AND YOU ARE MY SON AFTER IT.
Mason covered his mouth.
Naomi gave him a minute.
Then they began with the first box.
Inside were company ledgers, vendor lists, payment approvals, and
printed login histories.
Arthur had marked dozens of entries in red.
The most important dates came after Mason’s arrest.
Money was still leaving Reed Industrial Supply through vendor accounts
prosecutors had said Mason created and controlled.
Mason stared at the pages.
“I was in prison.”
“I know,” Naomi said.
“Then this proves it.”
“No.”
He looked at her sharply.
Naomi pointed to the records.
“It proves transactions continued. It does not yet prove who made them,
whether these copies are authentic, or whether someone had legitimate
authority to use those accounts.”
Mason hated the answer.
