I Left Before They Got Home

for a medical device company and “trust me” has never once held up when somebody starts moving money around.

The accountant’s name was Greg Pruitt. Fifty-something. Flat voice. Cheap ties. Looked like a man who kept hard candy in his truck.

I liked him right away.

He didn’t say things like, “I’m sure there’s an innocent explanation.”

He just asked for continue reading …