I did not have to remember the exact order of every sentence while sitting in the rain with my neck hurting and my shoulder throbbing.
I did not have to wonder whether stress had changed some tiny detail.
The device had been there.
It had captured the conversation as it happened.
I saved the file.
Entonces abrí las notas que había guardado del trabajo.
Ahí estaba de nuevo.
El nombre de la empresa.
The same one that had appeared repeatedly in Dad’s bank transfers during the previous three months.
I stared at it longer than I wanted to admit.
The temptation was immediate.
Connect the dots.
Make the ugly thing that had just happened explain the unanswered thing that had been bothering me for weeks.
But that was not evidence.
That was emotion trying to complete a pattern before the facts were ready.
My job had taught me better.
