“The original ledger was never stored at the shipyard. Your father had a safety deposit box at the old harbor bank. I helped him arrange it.”
Tobias sat forward.
“Do you know the box number?”
“I remember the bank. I don’t remember the number. But I may still have the paperwork at home.”
For the first time since the river, I felt a thread of hope.
The ledger could establish exactly how the money had been stolen, who had authorized the transfers, and how Richard Whitmore had helped conceal the scheme.
And if Garrett had been trying to find it, he would never stop looking.
Agent Brooks arranged for Eleanor to retrieve her records under supervision. Two hours later, she returned with a small metal key and a bank receipt dated fifteen years earlier.
The box was still active.
Its contents had never been claimed.
We reached the harbor bank shortly before closing.
