Another was the number from the hospital copy.
The third had a name beside it.
Caleb.
I looked at Caroline.
“Did Hannah write this?”
“Yes.”
“Did she tell you what it meant?”
“No.”
I turned the page.
At the bottom, Hannah had written four words.
“If Nathan finds this.”
I stopped reading.
Caroline waited beside me.
I turned the ledger to the page marked with Caleb’s initials.
beside a transfer for $41,200, and the bookkeeper’s pencil mark ran through the last two digits.
I held the page flat with my palm. “What was the lake lot money used for?”
Caleb moved a box of invoices off the chair beside him. “The property was sold. The money went where it was supposed to go.”
“Where was that?”
“You have the ledger. You can read.”
“I can read the transfer. I’m asking about the account that received it.”
He looked toward the bookkeeper, who had begun stacking loose receipts into a neat pile.
