talk to Detective Solway, and I didnât want to give my father or anyone a chance to talk me out of it. Once I made that first step into the police station, I knew my life might never be the same again.
But it was a step I had to take.
Chapter Fifteen
I knew that my father was looking at me and I tried to act natural. And then I realized something was different. My father was not dressed for work. No suit and no tie. I looked at the clock. It was 8:30.
âArenât you going to be late for work?â I asked.
âI got fired,â he said.
âWhat? Not again!â
âFired. Done. Finished.â He tried to smile. âYou could say Iâm on vacation.â
This didnât make any sense. âThere must have been some mistake, right?â
âNo, I guess you wouldnât call it a mistake. I wasnât willing to go along with what my boss wanted. So they fired me.â
âWhat did they want you to do?â
âItâs probably not a big deal. In fact, itâs probably done all the time. You know all those twenty-five-cent slot machines in the casino?â
âSure.â
âYou can set the odds of winning on them. Itâs supposedly regulated by the government, but everyone is pretty sloppy about it.â
âBut you donât work on the slot machines. Youâre an accountant.â
âRight. But somebody along the way reset the odds of winning on those machines. They did it months ago. And as a result, my company was making higher profits. Significantly higher profits. The odds of a customer winning went down. The odds of us making more money went up. I was just curious about why our revenues were so much higher on those machines.â
âAnd?â
âAnd they told me to look the other way.â
âWhy didnât you?â
âIâm not sure. I guess I didnât think theyâd fire me. I just thought I was doing my job by keeping them on track.â
âBut they didnât see it that way.â
âI went out on a limb. I said we should come clean and admit the mistake, make an apology, pay a fine or whatever and move on.â
âOnly it wasnât a mistake,â I said.
âRight.â
âCanât you fight this?â I asked.
âI probably could but Iâm not sure I will. I just know I did the right thing.â
âBalls to the wall,â I said, not exactly sure why.
âWhat?â
âItâs what Hank used to say, remember?â I said.
My father suddenly smiled. âBalls to the wall. I do remember that.â
âSo this is your ultralight,â I said, wondering if heâd understand.
He smiled again but said nothing.
I looked down at the newspaper and took a deep breath.
âDad, I guess I have to tell you something.â
He saw the look on my face. âAbout the car?â he asked. âDonât worry about that. I keep an eye on the odometer and noticed that it had a higher number on it than where I left it. Donât know why I do that. I just have a kind of photographic thing about numbers. Guess thatâs why I became an accountant. I was a little disappointed in you at first, but then I talked to your mother. She said she was surprised it took you this long, that it was quite a temptation.â
âYouâre okay with that?â I asked.
âNow I am. This weekend, letâs do it right. Weâll go out to the country and you can drive all you want.â
âI donât have a license. You know that.â
âBalls to the wall,â he said. âWant some more toast?â
âSure.â
As I stared down at the newspaper again, I suddenly realized I didnât know my father, not really. Iâd always thought of him as the opposite of Hank, my grandfather. Now this.
As he popped the bread into the toaster and poured himself another cup of coffee, I stared at the photo of the victim in the paper again,
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