Chapter 14 - Everyone Was Disposable
Allison chose a police substation in Tempe as the meeting place.
That decision told Nora two things.
Allison was genuinely frightened.
And she no longer trusted anyone who arrived without a badge.
Reyes met her first.
Nora and Daniel were allowed into an interview room afterward.
Allison looked different from the young woman Nora remembered at the reception desk.
Her hair was cut short and dyed nearly black.
She wore no makeup.
A canvas backpack rested on her lap with both hands gripping the straps.
The first thing she said was, "I'm sorry."
Nora sat across from her.
"You forged my signature."
Allison's face crumpled.
"I copied it."
"You notarized it."
"Yes."
"You helped someone build a legal path to take my house and company if I died."
Allison looked down.
"I didn't understand that at first."
"When did you understand?"
"When Michael told me to backdate the notary log."
Nora let the silence remain.
Allison continued.
She met Michael Trent through a friend from law school.
Allison had completed one year of law school before dropping out to care for her mother.
She carried almost eighty thousand dollars in student debt.
Michael offered her temporary corporate work that paid unusually well.
Then he offered side payments for information.
At first Allison told herself she was only copying documents rich people used to fight over money.
Then she saw the survivorship trust.
She knew Nora had never signed it.
Michael told her Nora wanted "plausible deniability" for tax reasons.
Allison knew that was nonsense.
She notarized it anyway.
"Why?" Nora asked.
Allison's answer was small.
"Because he had already paid my mother's medical debt."
Nora closed her eyes for one second.
Another leash.
Another vulnerable person purchased before being threatened.
"What changed?"
"I heard Thomas and Michael talking."
Allison looked toward the mirrored glass.
"They forgot I was in Michael's office."
She had been scanning documents in a back room when Thomas arrived.
Thomas complained that Edgar was becoming reckless.
He said Edgar believed the company would be his after Nora died.
Michael reminded him that the forged trust might not survive a serious challenge.
Thomas answered, "It doesn't have to. We only need him holding the shares long enough to approve the sale."
Nora felt cold.
"Then what?"
Allison swallowed.
"Then Thomas said, 'After closing, Edgar is somebody else's problem.'"
Daniel leaned forward.
"Meaning?"
"I don't know."
"What makes you think they planned to get rid of him?"
Allison opened her backpack.
She removed a laptop wrapped in a towel.
"Because of this."
Police had already imaged it.
Allison opened a folder.
Inside were draft settlement agreements prepared by Michael Trent.
One would transfer ten million dollars to Edgar after a sale of Preston Supply.
Another would require him to waive all claims against Thomas's acquisition vehicle.
A third document was labeled contingency.
It was a prepared criminal referral accusing Edgar of masterminding the shell-company theft, medical fraud, and attempted manipulation of Nora's estate.
The evidence packet attached to the draft was devastating.
Bank records.
Emails.
Recordings.
Photographs.
Enough to make Edgar look like the sole architect of everything.
Some of it was true.
Some of it had been edited to remove Thomas and Michael.
Nora stared at the screen.
"Thomas planned to use Edgar, buy the company, then hand Edgar to police."
"Yes," Allison said.
Daniel looked grimly impressed.
"He built his own cleanup operation."
Allison nodded.
"Edgar didn't know."
Nora thought of Edgar manipulating Kristina.
Edgar manipulating Heather.
Edgar threatening Evan.
Edgar trying to frame Marcus.
All while Thomas was preparing to do the same thing to him.
No one in the conspiracy trusted anyone.
That was their weakness.
"Why keep copies?" Nora asked.
Allison laughed bitterly.
"Because after I saw what they were preparing for Edgar, I realized what would happen to me."
"You were disposable too."
"Everyone was."
That sentence stayed in the room.
Nora thought of Kristina.
She believed she was helping her son build a new family.
Heather believed secrecy might someday lead to legitimacy for Caleb.
Evan believed cooperation could protect his marriage and daughter.
Allison believed she could pay medical debt and walk away.
Edgar believed betraying Nora would make him rich.
Thomas believed all of them could be erased from the final transaction.
Greed had not created a partnership.
It had created a stack of people standing on one another's throats.
Allison gave police one more piece of evidence.
A calendar export from Michael Trent's office.
Several meetings used coded titles.
Medical setup.
Rider confirmation.
Board fallback.
Reptile pickup.
The phrase reptile pickup appeared at 1:30 p.m. on the day Kristina stole the rattlesnake.
Two attendees were listed by initials.
K.F.
E.F.
Kristina Finch.
Edgar Finch.
Nora closed her eyes.
The blue-dial watch had already placed a man matching Edgar at the reptile facility.
Now his initials sat on a calendar next to the words reptile pickup.
"Is that enough?" Nora asked Reyes.
"It's strong."
"Strong enough to arrest him?"
"That's not my call alone."
"Then call whoever it is."
Reyes did not take offense.
"We're moving."
At 5:18 p.m., police arrested Michael Trent at his law office.
He asked for counsel immediately.
At 5:41, detectives went to Kristina's apartment.
She was not there.
At 6:02, officers arrived at Edgar's private wealth-management office.
Edgar had left at 3:30.
His assistant said he carried one briefcase and no coat.
At 6:10, his phone went offline.
At 6:22, Thomas Vale left Preston Supply headquarters through the main entrance and entered a black sedan.
Police stopped him two blocks away.
They did not arrest him yet.
They seized his company laptop under warrant and served an order preserving his records.
Thomas smiled for cameras.
By 7:00 p.m., every Phoenix business reporter had the story.
Nora did not care.
She cared about one person.
Edgar was missing.
At 7:18, Heather was released from custody pending further investigation after her attorney provided the voice memos and documentation showing Edgar directed many of the transfers.
She was not cleared.
But prosecutors now viewed her as a potential cooperating witness rather than the central architect.
Nora met her at Daniel's office.
Caleb was with Heather's sister.
Heather looked exhausted and furious.
"Edgar called me from a blocked number."
Nora straightened.
"When?"
"Twenty minutes ago."
"What did he say?"
"He asked where Caleb was."
Nora's stomach tightened.
"Did you tell him?"
"No."
"What else?"
Heather looked at Reyes.
"He said everybody was lying about him."
"Typical."
"Then he said his mother had ruined everything."
Nora stared.
"Did he say where Kristina is?"
"No."
"Did he ask you to meet him?"
Heather nodded.
"Tomorrow morning."
"Where?"
"He hasn't said yet."
Reyes asked to set up recording equipment.
Heather agreed.
Then Heather reached into her bag.
"There's something else you should see."
She placed a folded sheet of paper on the table.
It was a paternity test.
Probability of paternity: 99.99 percent.
Edgar Finch was Caleb's father.
Nora had not doubted it after seeing the boy.
The document still hurt.
Heather's eyes filled.
"I know this is not what you need right now."
Nora looked at her.
"Why show me?"
"Because Kristina kept telling Caleb that soon he would have your house, your pool, and your room upstairs."
Nora felt anger rise.
"My room?"
"She said it would become his playroom."
Heather's voice shook.
"She was describing your life to a four-year-old as if you were already gone."
Nora looked away.
For a moment the money did not matter.
The company did not matter.
The forged papers did not matter.
What enraged her was the casual certainty.
They had measured her rooms before her body was even cold.
Heather touched the edge of the paper.
"There's one more thing Caleb said tonight."
Nora turned back.
"What?"
"He said Grandma Kris told him Daddy was taking her somewhere safe."
Reyes moved instantly.
"When did she tell him that?"
"Last week."
"Did she name the place?"
Heather shook her head.
"No."
Then she frowned.
"But Caleb drew it."
She opened her phone and showed them a photograph of a child's crayon picture.
A brown house.
A cactus.
A red mountain.
And beside the house, a tall metal water tank with the number 17 drawn on it.
Nora stared at the picture.
She had seen that water tank before.
Thomas Vale owned a desert ranch outside Wickenburg.
His private access road passed an old utility tank marked 17.
Edgar was missing.
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Kristina was missing.
And a four-year-old had just shown them where at least one of them might be going.
