signed paperwork.”
“I signed documents prepared by my father’s accountant.”
“Which accountant?”
“Martin Hale.”
Martin had handled family tax matters for years.
I recalled one charity dinner when he had tried to correct a figure in Ruth’s speech, only for her to dismiss him before twenty guests.
Back then, I had assumed he was embarrassed.
Andrew spoke again.
“I didn’t know about foundation transfers.”
“But you knew something was wrong.”
“I knew the family accounts were under pressure.”
“Why?”
“My father made several bad investments.”
“What kind?”
“Real estate and
