I crumpled the paper in front of me as I remembered what happened in San Diego a week ago.
I leaned on my seat while looking at my wife's photo on my computer screen. I really wanted to call her, to see her and explain to her what she saw but I don't know how to do it.
I was in the middle of my thoughts when my phone suddenly rang and the number of my private investigator flashed on the screen.
"Hello."
"Good morning, Mr. Kelley"
"Do you have any news about him?"
"Yes, Sir. I found out that he is buying Mr. Del Mundo's sausage company in a very small amount and he's now processing all the documents to transfer it to his name. The company is now struggling and Mr. Del Mundo is still indebted with his father. And they were using that million dollars to take advantage of the old man."
