The photograph remained on Detective Chen\u2019s phone while the rest of us stared at it.<\/p>\n
Dad was walking from the side entrance of Bennett Industrial, one hand holding his briefcase, his face turned slightly toward someone outside the frame. It could have been an ordinary corporate photograph except for the red circle around his body and the three handwritten words beneath it.<\/p>\n
Father goes first.<\/p>\n
Jason broke the silence. \u201cHe\u2019s not leaving this apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at him. \u201cI\u2019m standing right here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you\u2019re staying right there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t your decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed despite the fear.<\/p>\n
Two days earlier, I might have been the one hearing that sentence from Patrick. Now I could see the difference between wanting to protect someone and believing you owned their choices.<\/p>\n
Detective Chen enlarged the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe image metadata is stripped.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Reyes stood beside her. \u201cVehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBeing processed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFingerprints?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo early.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad folded his arms. \u201cWhere exactly was it found?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo streets from your house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long had it been there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA neighbor remembers seeing it yesterday afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yesterday.<\/p>\n
While we were opening Patrick\u2019s locked drawer.<\/p>\n
While I was discovering the insurance policy.<\/p>\n
Someone connected to Marcus had been near Dad\u2019s home.<\/p>\n
I looked at him. \u201cYou\u2019re not going back there.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cI won\u2019t tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounded suspiciously temporary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was accurate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen put the phone down.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard, we need your schedule for the next several weeks. Every meeting, trip, appointment, recurring stop, and event.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll have my assistant send it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I want you to tell me what isn\u2019t on the official calendar.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivate appointments. Family routines. Places you go without your assistant knowing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
It was subtle.<\/p>\n
I noticed because I had spent the last two days learning what hesitation looked like on men who believed withholding information was protection.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is one appointment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jason groaned. \u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did your face do that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m meeting with the trustees Thursday morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Chen leaned forward. \u201cWhich trustees?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Bennett Family Trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe same trust Marcus tried to alter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is the meeting about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cRestructuring.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word carried more weight than it should have.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of restructuring?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI intended to tell both of you after the documents were complete.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jason looked at me.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
Dad sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m transferring a substantial portion of my ownership into protected trusts for you and Jason.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow substantial?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough that it matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t a number.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJenna.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo partial answers.\u201d<\/p>\n
He accepted the correction.<\/p>\n
\u201cCombined, the interests would eventually represent controlling ownership of several affiliated companies.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Chen\u2019s attention sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen does the transfer become effective?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Thursday\u2019s meeting and execution.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Patrick knew about Thursday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatrick asked me about succession planning several times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOver the last six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered those conversations.<\/p>\n
Patrick at Christmas, leaning against Dad\u2019s fireplace with a drink.<\/p>\n
You ever think about retiring, Richard?<\/p>\n
Patrick at my birthday dinner.<\/p>\n
Jason going to run the empire someday?<\/p>\n
Patrick after Dad\u2019s minor knee surgery.<\/p>\n
You should really make sure the paperwork is settled before something unexpected happens.<\/p>\n
At the time, I had thought he was being intrusive.<\/p>\n
Now every question sounded like reconnaissance.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew something was changing,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Dad nodded reluctantly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may have guessed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Chen asked, \u201cWhat happens if Richard dies before Thursday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad answered. \u201cThe existing trust terms remain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after Thursday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe new structure sharply limits outside claims and gives Jenna and Jason direct protections.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo if someone wanted to exploit the current arrangement\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey have very little time.\u201d<\/p>\n
The meaning settled over us.<\/p>\n
Marcus had moved the Briarwood plan forward.<\/p>\n
Patrick had tried to empty my retirement account.<\/p>\n
A vehicle linked to Marcus had appeared near Dad\u2019s home.<\/p>\n
Father goes first.<\/p>\n
Not because of revenge alone.<\/p>\n
Because Thursday closed a door.<\/p>\n
Jason swore quietly.<\/p>\n
Chen turned to Dad. \u201cWho knows about the trustee meeting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy attorney. Two trustees. My chief financial officer. My assistant knows I have a private meeting but not the details.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad shook his head.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of the trustees asked me about Patrick.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said someone claiming to represent Patrick had requested information about whether spouses held indirect rights under the existing trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Chen stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho made the request?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. It was rejected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGet me the trustee\u2019s contact information.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n
Jason walked toward the window but stopped before reaching it, apparently remembering we had been told to stay away from visible positions.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is unbelievable.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew what he meant.<\/p>\n
Yet disbelief had become a luxury.<\/p>\n
Every impossible thing we dismissed seemed to return with paperwork.<\/p>\n
Chen made the call.<\/p>\n
The trustee remembered the inquiry.<\/p>\n
It had arrived through a law office in another state.<\/p>\n
The caller claimed to be conducting estate planning for Patrick Hale.<\/p>\n
The firm name meant nothing to us.<\/p>\n
It meant something to Mr. Coleman when Chen relayed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat office represented Victor Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus\u2019s father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The connection had survived twenty years.<\/p>\n
Not sentimentally.<\/p>\n
Professionally.<\/p>\n
Patiently.<\/p>\n
Dad sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe built this long before Patrick.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him. \u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe keep talking as if Marcus created Patrick.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus may have opened doors, but Patrick kept walking through them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I needed that distinction.<\/p>\n
Otherwise Patrick could shrink himself into a victim of Marcus and escape responsibility for everything he had done to me.<\/p>\n
Detective Chen finished another call.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe law office is cooperating. They say the inquiry came from an outside consultant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatrick Hale.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
Not Marcus hiding behind Patrick.<\/p>\n
Patrick acting directly.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened, but I was no longer surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhether a spouse could obtain rights to trust assets through survivorship, assignment, or a beneficiary amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jason stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was researching how to inherit from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when he learned he couldn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen looked toward the insurance policy documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may have explored other methods.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone, still held as evidence, was temporarily powered on so investigators could capture incoming communications.<\/p>\n
It buzzed.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked toward it.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Detective Chen checked the screen.<\/p>\n
Not a message.<\/p>\n
An image.<\/p>\n
A photograph of the apartment building.<\/p>\n
Taken from across the street.<\/p>\n
Jason moved away from the windows instantly.<\/p>\n
Dad stood.<\/p>\n
Reyes drew the curtains.<\/p>\n
The next message arrived.<\/p>\n
Wrong hiding place.<\/p>\n
My skin turned cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
We had changed cars.<\/p>\n
Changed routes.<\/p>\n
Used an apartment with no obvious connection to Dad.<\/p>\n
Yet someone had found us.<\/p>\n
Chen immediately called for additional officers.<\/p>\n
Reyes checked the hallway.<\/p>\n
Jason said, \u201cWe leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen shook her head. \u201cNot until we know what\u2019s outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another message.<\/p>\n
You keep trusting the wrong man.<\/p>\n
Then a final line.<\/p>\n
Patrick knows where you are.<\/p>\n
I looked at Chen.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he?\u201d<\/p>\n
She did not answer quickly enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Patrick know this location?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot through us.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad asked, \u201cThrough the attorney who owns it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mr. Coleman looked offended, then thoughtful.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly someone could trace ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n
But the message specifically named Patrick.<\/p>\n
Either Marcus was lying.<\/p>\n
Or Patrick had found us.<\/p>\n
I asked Chen, \u201cWhere is Patrick right now?\u201d<\/p>\n
She made a call.<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She held up one finger.<\/p>\n
Then said into the phone, \u201cLock the facility down.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
She ended the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatrick is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cGone how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe left the clinic.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWasn\u2019t he detained?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was under guard pending transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did he leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re determining that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jason laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes checked his weapon.<\/p>\n
\u201cVehicle?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the photograph of our building.<\/p>\n
Patrick knew enough about my family to predict where Dad might hide us.<\/p>\n
Or Marcus wanted us to believe he did.<\/p>\n
My thoughts kept returning to Patrick\u2019s video.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t trust Marcus.<\/p>\n
Don\u2019t trust my version either.<\/p>\n
For once, he had told me something useful.<\/p>\n
Trust neither.<\/p>\n
Verify everything.<\/p>\n
A knock sounded somewhere down the hall.<\/p>\n
Jason froze.<\/p>\n
Reyes moved toward the door.<\/p>\n
Another knock.<\/p>\n
Not ours.<\/p>\n
A neighbor\u2019s door opened.<\/p>\n
Voices.<\/p>\n
Then footsteps.<\/p>\n
Chen\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
She answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Her eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cConfirmed?\u201d<\/p>\n
She ended the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cVehicle approaching the building was stopped two blocks away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPatrick?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA man named Stephen Cole.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus\u2019s brother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cCousin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was he carrying?\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes asked.<\/p>\n
Chen looked toward Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cA handgun.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA copy of Richard\u2019s schedule.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThursday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The trustee meeting was circled.<\/p>\n
Jason whispered, \u201cThey were going after Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen nodded. \u201cThat is now a serious possibility.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed again.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
You think Stephen works for me.<\/p>\n
Another message followed.<\/p>\n
Ask Patrick who paid him.<\/p>\n
Chen stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
Marcus was claiming Stephen belonged to Patrick.<\/p>\n
Every new piece of evidence arrived already poisoned by competing explanations.<\/p>\n
Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n
This time the caller ID showed a number I knew.<\/p>\n
Patrick\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Chen motioned for silence.<\/p>\n
I answered on speaker.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick\u2019s breathing was heavy.<\/p>\n
\u201cJenna, you need to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou escaped police custody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t arrested.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were being detained.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had to get out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Marcus knows where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe sent a photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick cursed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen leave now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you send Stephen Cole?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was caught nearby with a gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick\u2019s breathing stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cStephen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus says you paid him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus is lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJenna, listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve listened enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut listen once more.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated that I did.<\/p>\n
\u201cThursday is the real deadline.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stepped closer.<\/p>\n
Patrick continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMarcus doesn\u2019t care about the Briarwood cabin anymore. He cares about Richard signing those trust documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I told him about them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Patrick said, \u201cI found out about the restructuring months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father\u2019s trustee.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked at Chen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Avery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad went pale.<\/p>\n
Thomas Avery had been his friend for thirty years.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying,\u201d Dad said.<\/p>\n
Patrick heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish I were.\u201d<\/p>\n
Detective Chen wrote the name.<\/p>\n
Patrick continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAvery has been feeding Marcus information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDebt.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Debt again.<\/p>\n
Marcus seemed to build loyalty from desperation.<\/p>\n
Dad whispered, \u201cThomas has money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick\u2019s voice was grim.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lost most of it privately. Marcus covered him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad sat down.<\/p>\n
The betrayal landed differently on him.<\/p>\n
I recognized the expression.<\/p>\n
It was the same one I had worn after opening Patrick\u2019s drawer.<\/p>\n
Someone you trusted had been living a second life.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens Thursday?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Patrick answered immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Richard signs the restructuring documents, Marcus loses the easiest path into the company.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if Dad dies first?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatrick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe old trust remains temporarily vulnerable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow vulnerable?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Marcus?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrying to find him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he has the red folder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet the police find him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019ll destroy it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen let them find you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrick went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019re guilty too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word surprised me.<\/p>\n
No argument.<\/p>\n
No excuse.<\/p>\n
Just yes.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cBut there\u2019s something in that folder you need before Thursday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProof Thomas Avery altered the trust paperwork.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat alteration?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw the final version.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Marcus tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Thursday isn\u2019t going to protect Jenna.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Avery changed the documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked toward Chen.<\/p>\n
Patrick continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Richard signs what\u2019s currently prepared, he may be giving Marcus exactly what he thinks he\u2019s preventing.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went dead.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
Dad reached for his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m calling Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Chen stopped him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s my trustee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s also now a potential conspirator.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad stared at her.<\/p>\n
She held out her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the documents you were supposed to sign Thursday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re at my office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCopies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSecure server.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccess them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad opened his laptop.<\/p>\n
Mr. Coleman joined him.<\/p>\n
For the next twenty minutes they reviewed dense trust language while Chen coordinated with financial investigators.<\/p>\n
Then Mr. Coleman stopped scrolling.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
The attorney pointed to a clause.<\/p>\n
His face had changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t in my draft.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it do?\u201d<\/p>\n
He read it again.<\/p>\n
Then looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Richard dies after signing, a particular holding entity gains temporary voting authority over the transferred interests pending beneficiary certification.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose holding entity?\u201d<\/p>\n
He searched the appendix.<\/p>\n
The name appeared on the final page.<\/p>\n
Northstar Legacy Management LLC.<\/p>\n
Detective Chen typed it into her database.<\/p>\n
A minute later she looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt traces through three companies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned the laptop.<\/p>\n
The final registered controlling party was Marcus Cole.<\/p>\n
Dad stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
Patrick had told the truth.<\/p>\n
At least about this.<\/p>\n
The restructuring designed to protect us had been altered into a trap.<\/p>\n
And Thursday\u2019s meeting was not Marcus\u2019s deadline because he feared Dad signing.<\/p>\n
It was his deadline because he needed Dad to sign.<\/p>\n
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