It was a record of internal transfers, all directed into Zane’s division, with Dean’s initials written along the margins.
“Dean managed the family business then,” Nora said. “He was shifting losses into Zane’s books to make your husband look incompetent. If Zane’s division failed, Dean could force him out, buy his shares cheaply, and control everything.”
“Our house was tied to the loan.”
“Yes,” she said. “The house gave him leverage.”
“I was a junior accountant,” Nora said. “I found the entries. I copied them. I warned Zane. Then I used part of my grandmother’s inheritance to make a short-term private loan so the overdue amount could be covered while he untangled the rest.”
I stared at her. “Why would you do that?”
“Because it was wrong.”
I looked down at the paperwork again. “Jeremy heard them fighting.”
Nora nodded. “Yes.”
“Yes.”
I gripped the edge of the table. “Tell me the part that matters most. Did Zane lie about what happened at the lake?”
