She looked tired.
“I don’t want revenge.”
Mr. Grant folded his hands.
“What do you want?”
Grandma looked at me.
Then she looked out the window.
“I want the truth.”
That was all.
So the investigation continued.
The bank produced records.
The travel agency produced booking information.
The credit card company produced payment histories.
The airline confirmed there had never been a reservation under Hazel Carter.
The hotel in Paris confirmed that six rooms had been booked under my father’s corporate account.
Six.
