The Morning After My Son’s Funeral, an Airport Worker Called and Said, “Your Son Checked In”

her glasses off her head and set them on the table.

“Mr. Coleman,” she said, “I’m a forensic accountant. I follow money and I don’t speculate outside my lane, and I want to be very careful here. But I need to tell you what I would do if this were my father.”

“Say it.”

“I would take everything in this box to the district attorney’s economic crimes unit continue reading …