A sentence was written on the back in Camden’s handwriting.
“Ask who had access to the second key.”
Finnley looked toward the storage unit door.
His father’s words from the letter returned to him.
Reagan has already started lying to you.
The deeper Finnley went through the boxes, the clearer one thing became.
Camden hadn’t simply left him a sentimental collection of memories.
He had been building a record.
A record of what happened before Finnley went to prison.
A record of who had access to the company’s money.
A record of who had reasons to make Finnley look guilty.
And apparently, a record of what happened after Finnley’s conviction.
Near the bottom of the final box, Finnley found another envelope.
This one wasn’t addressed to him.
It was addressed to a lawyer.
Finnley opened it carefully.
Inside was a copy of a legal statement Camden had prepared but apparently never delivered.
It described his concerns about the theft, the unusual transactions, and the possibility that someone inside the family had manipulated the evidence.
But one paragraph made Finnley’s stomach tighten.
Camden had written that he no longer trusted the person managing his household affairs.
