My Grandfather Asked Who Stole My Company Right Before The Police Came

other officer, older, broad through the chest, did a quick scan of the room. Turkey. Wine. My grandfather at the head of the table with his folder open. My brother staring at his plate like there was a trapdoor in it.

Then his eyes landed on me.

I think because I was the only one not pretending this was normal.

“We won’t take long,” he said.

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