That evening I hired the best investigator I know.
PART 3
Three days later Arvo Lind came into my office with a file and put it on my desk, and he did not sit down straight away, which he always does.
I said: what did you find?
He sat down. And then he said one sentence that stopped everything in my body.
He said: your sister doesn’t need that million to cover a failed investment.
He said: she needs it to hide why a twenty-four-year-old woman may never walk again.
There is a charitable foundation.
It funds prosthetics, adaptive equipment and rehabilitation for people under thirty who have lost a limb. It has raised, over eleven years, somewhere north of nine million dollars.
My sister is its chief executive. She has been since 2016.
The audit next week is the foundation’s annual audit, brought forward by a new trustee who asked one reasonable question in the spring.
