Chapter 3
Daniel laughed at first.
Then I showed him the bank records.
The forged signature.
The transfers.
The messages between him and Vanessa.
Margaret grabbed the papers from my hand.
“This is private family business,” she snapped.
“No,” I said. “It is theft.”
Daniel stepped toward me.
“You would ruin me?”
“You ruined yourself.”
He tried to take the envelope.
I pressed a button on my phone.
A recording began playing.
Richard’s voice filled the kitchen.
“If Daniel threatens you, Eleanor, take this to the police. He has been stealing for years.”
Daniel froze.
Richard had recorded everything before he died.
Not because he hated his son.
Because he had finally seen the man Daniel had become.
I called my attorney.
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Then I called the police.
For the first time in fifteen years, Daniel looked afraid of me.
