Chapter 14
By three that morning, a picture was beginning to form. Grady was busy on the phone, speaking to a parade of people who, Grady assured him, lived to take these kinds of calls in the middle of the night. There were lawyers and accountants and consultants. They started knocking on the door at twelve, armed with their computers, smart phones, and trays of coffee. Colin busied himself with what he did best—running errands. If anybody needed anything, Colin jumped on the task before it was fully articulated. While he worked, he kept his head down and his ears open, collecting the details like puzzle pieces and figuring out the way they fit.
The long and short of it was that Oliver f****d up. It was difficult to say how many years he’d been skimming from the charity, but Colin would
