Nothing looked valuable.
Then Finnley noticed the box nearest the entrance.
His name was written on it.
Not “Finnley Dennis” as it might appear on an official document.
Just the name his father had used when Finnley was a child.
Finnley knelt down.
His hands were steadier now.
He opened the box.
The first thing he found was a stack of company records.
Then bank statements.
Then copies of documents connected to the theft that had sent him to prison.
Finnley stopped breathing.
He pulled out the first file.
The dates were familiar.
The transactions were familiar.
But the signatures weren’t.
Someone had used his identity to move money from Camden’s company.
Someone had made the theft look like Finnley had done it.
Finnley turned page after page.
His father had been investigating the case long after the trial ended.
There were handwritten notes in the margins.
Questions.
Names.
Dates.
And beside several transactions, Camden had drawn the same small mark.
Finnley recognized it.
His father used that mark whenever he wanted to flag something that did not make sense.
Finnley reached the bottom of the file.
A photograph fell onto the concrete floor.
He picked it up.
It showed Carter standing outside the company’s accounting office.
The timestamp was from the night one of the disputed transfers had occurred.
Finnley stared at the photograph.
Carter had told everyone he wasn’t anywhere near the office that night.
But the photograph placed him there.
Finnley turned it over.
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.
