CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
“I APPRECIATE you meeting with Latisha and me this morning, Mr. Kruse, and allowing us some private time to visit with just you and Mr. Hart here regarding some issues that have come up as part of the expanded examination we’ve been conducting here at Global United since Paul Trotter’s death.” Cass Price lost no time getting directly into the 9:00 a.m. Thursday morning meeting that had been scheduled with Logan and Scott. Personal greetings at the outset had been minimal. The tension was palpable.
“What issues?” Scott asked, immediately assuming a defensive posture. “You aren’t suggesting you’ve found something here at the bank that you think is linked to Mr. Trotter’s death, are you? Like I’ve said all along, I can’t for the life of me believe that would ever be the
