Nate's POV
I sat in my small office, staring at my computer screen. The lights were out, and all that lit the room was the blue light of my monitors. I opened a spreadsheet of figures and growled to myself, "Something is not right here with these figures."
I picked up the phone and called Jerry.
"Jerry, it's Nate. I want you to take a look at these accounts again," I told him.
"Okay, Nate. What am I looking at?" he answered.
"Check out this series of transactions. They're not big money, but they're happening and they're happening. The timing is on the date of the accident. They're to off-shore accounts."
There was a moment of silence. "Sounds suspicious," Jerry answered. "I'll check into it more closely."
I rocked back in my chair. "I think Zack used shell companies. I'm researching
