My heartbeat quickened.
Documents?
The governor nodded slightly.
Then he handed another folder to me.
My father’s face instantly lost color.
That frightened me.
Because my father never looked afraid.
Not ever.
“What’s in there?” I asked.
The governor’s voice remained calm.
“Your grandfather’s final business records.”
My father suddenly stepped forward.
“Those are private.”
The governor looked at him.
“No. They’re evidence.”
The room went silent again.
