The Crimson Ink That Exposed A Family Legacy Of Lies
Outside, the grey city streets were filling with morning traffic.
“This is enough to trigger a federal investigation,” Charles said.
“It is enough to ruin Daniel,” I corrected. “And it is enough to keep my boys safe.”
Charles stood up and walked to his filing cabinet.
He unlocked it with a small silver key from his pocket.
He pulled out a thick blue binder labeled *Project Horizon*.
“This contains the internal audits,” Charles said, laying it on the desk.
“The ones Daniel told you to shred?” I asked.
“The ones I kept just in case,” he replied.
He pushed the binder toward me.
“Take it,” Charles said. “My lawyer will contact the district attorney within the hour.”
“Thank you, Charles,” I said, my voice barely a whisper.
“Don’t thank me yet,” he said. “Daniel is not a man who accepts defeat.”
I clutched the blue binder to my chest.
The cardboard was cold against my fingers.
“I need to get to the hospital,” I said. “My mother is still weak.”
“Keep your phone on,” Charles warned. “And keep your eyes on your sons.”