The Groundskeeper Handed Me My Father’s Secret Instead of His Grave

represent me because of his prior work with the company. Reagan had recommended Mercer.

Now there it was. Thirty-five thousand dollars from a shell account into Daniel Voss’s firm three weeks before he withdrew.

I laughed when I saw it.

A short, mean laugh.

Because of course.

At 2:13 a.m., sitting at a knotty pine table under a weak bulb, I called the number continue reading …