ON FATHER’S DAY MY MILLIONAIRE SON WALKED INTO MY FREEZING APARTMENT, SAW THE TINNED SOUP ON THE TABLE, AND ASKED HOW I WAS GETTING ALONG ON THE EIGHT THOUSAND A MONTH HIS WIFE SENT ME. I TOLD HIM NOBODY SENDS ME ANYTHING. WHAT NEITHER OF THEM REMEMBERED WAS THAT I SPENT FORTY YEARS AS AN AUDITOR, TRACING MONEY THAT WENT WHERE IT SHOULD NOT HAVE GONE.
On Father’s Day my millionaire son walked into my freezing apartment, saw the tinned soup on the table, and asked how I was managing on the eight thousand a month his wife sends me.
I told him nobody sends me anything.
My name is Dunstan Vale. I am seventy-two.
And the woman who had been stealing from me for three years had just made the worst mistake of her life.
She stole from an auditor.
Chapter 1: Tinned Soup
Before I retired, I spent forty years as a corporate auditor.
