Not returned yet.
But visible.
The rest would take longer.
Martin's cowardice helped create the crime.
His final panic helped preserve the money.
Both.
I agreed to meet him once.
Police-approved.
Lawyer present.
He entered Daniel's conference room and looked twenty years older.
“Gloria.”
I said nothing.
He sat.
His hands trembled.
“Elaine died twelve years ago.”
“I remember.”
“I never told her what I did.”
“This is not about Elaine.”
“I know.”
“Then don't hide behind a dead woman.”
His face collapsed.
Good.
He nodded.
“I stole company money.”
“Yes.”
“I put it back.”
“Yes.”
“And then I let Kristen use my fear of you to help her steal more.”
“Yes.”
He cried.
“I thought you would hate me.”
“I do right now.”
He flinched.
I continued.
“That doesn't mean I would have destroyed you fifteen years ago.”
He looked down.
“I know that now.”
“No.”
I said.
“You don't.”
