Chapter 3 - The Attorney's SecretFor five full seconds, neither Evelyn nor I moved.
The video had frozen on my father's face.
His eyes looked directly at me.
Not at Evelyn.
At me.
I turned slowly.
“What does that mean?”
Evelyn was staring at the screen.
“I don't know.”
“You're lying.”
“I am not.”
“My father said I should fear you.”
“He may have had reasons.”
“Then tell me.”
She closed the laptop.
“Not here.”
I stood.
“No.”
“Claire.”
“You don't get to tell me where to go anymore.”
Evelyn's expression changed.
For the first time since I had met her, she looked afraid.
“Someone is watching this room.”
I looked toward the blinds.
Nothing.
The security monitor showed an empty hallway.
Evelyn grabbed the laptop.
“We leave now.”
We drove separately.
I followed her car for four miles before she suddenly turned into an underground parking garage.
I stopped behind her.
She approached my window.
“Give me the laptop.”
“No.”
“Claire, trust me.”
My father's warning echoed in my head.
Do not trust the person who says he is protecting you.
I locked the doors.
Evelyn stared at me.
Then she nodded.
“I understand.”
She walked to her car and opened the trunk.
Inside were several boxes.
“This is what I never told you.”
She lifted a small cardboard file box.
“My first client at Carter Construction wasn't your husband.”
She handed me a file.
It contained documents dated ten years earlier.
My father's name was on each page.
“So?”
Evelyn pointed to one signature.
“That signature was forged.”
I frowned.
“By whom?”
“Richard Mercer.”
“Why would my father keep him around?”
“He didn't know.”
Evelyn pulled out another file.
“The deeper I investigated, the more I realized your father had been building a case against someone inside the company.”
“Who?”
“Daniel.”
I stared at her.
“That doesn't make sense.”
“It does when you know the timeline.”
She spread several documents across the hood of her car.
“Daniel joined the company eleven years ago. Within eighteen months, three suppliers changed ownership. Within three years, a new contracting network appeared. Then money began leaving through subcontracting agreements.”
“But why would my father allow it?”
“He didn't.”
She tapped a document.
“That's why the hidden accounts existed.”
My father's own private records.
Separate from the company's official records.
A second accounting system.
I stared at the figures.
He had been tracking Daniel for years.
“You found this before I hired you.”
“Yes.”
“Then why did you accept my case?”
“Because your father asked me to.”
I looked up.
“He knew you would leave?”
“He knew someone would betray you.”
My hands were shaking.
“Who?”
Evelyn didn't answer.
My phone rang.
No caller ID.
I answered.
A man's voice spoke.
“Your father wasn't wrong about Evelyn.”
I said nothing.
“He was wrong about one thing.”
“What?”
“She isn't the person you should fear.”
The line clicked.
I looked at Evelyn.
“You heard that?”
“Yes.”
“Who was it?”
“I don't know.”
“Then we're in trouble.”
She looked at the files.
“No.”
Her voice was quiet.
“We are already in it.”
At noon, Daniel held an emergency board meeting.
The news spread quickly.
He claimed I had frozen company assets without authorization.
He called my divorce filing malicious.
He told the board that I had become unstable.
But there was one problem.
I owned fifty percent of the company.
And I had the founding documents to prove it.
At 1:30, my name was added to every bank notification.
At 2:00, three outside auditors arrived.
At 2:15, federal investigators entered the corporate headquarters.
Daniel tried to stop them.
He failed.
One investigator placed an evidence box on his desk.
“Mr. Carter, we need access to the subcontracting records.”
Daniel turned pale.
“Our attorneys will handle this.”
“They already have.”
He stared at the badge.
Then at the boxes.
Then at the glass wall overlooking the lobby.
Vanessa stood on the other side.
Her face was white.
Daniel walked toward her.
She stepped back.
“What did you do?” she whispered.
“I did nothing.”
“You said everything was under control.”
“It was.”
“Then why are federal agents downstairs?”
Daniel had no answer.
That evening, Evelyn came to my temporary apartment.
She placed a file on the table.
“We found the missing contract.”
I opened it.
The contract was for the Bellmont redevelopment project.
The signature authorizing the shell-company payments belonged to Daniel.
But beneath his signature was another.
My father's.
I stared at it.
“That's impossible.”
Evelyn nodded.
“Exactly.”
“What if my father actually approved it?”
“Then there is no theft.”
I looked at her.
“So someone forged his signature.”
“Yes.”
“Daniel?”
“Maybe.”
“Richard?”
“Maybe.”
“Then who?”
Evelyn turned the document over.
A handwritten note was visible on the back.
I recognized the handwriting instantly.
My father's.
It said:
The signature isn't the key. The witness is.
My phone buzzed.
A new message.
ASK YOUR SON WHAT HE SAW THAT DAY.
I froze.
Noah.
I ran to his room.
He was awake, sitting on the bed.
“Noah.”
He looked up.
“What?”
“Do you remember seeing Dad at the soccer game?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see anyone else?”
He hesitated.
Then nodded.
“Who?”
Noah swallowed.
“A man.”
“What man?”
“I don't know his name.”
“What did he look like?”
Noah looked toward the window.
“He had the same silver watch as Grandpa.”
My blood ran cold.
Then he said:
“And Mom?”
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“Yes?”
“That wasn't the first time I saw him.”
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