CHAPTER 10 — WHAT THEY BURIED WITH MY FATHER
My father’s body was exhumed under court order.
It was the hardest decision I had made since leaving Arthur.
I sat in Victoria’s office while forensic specialists examined evidence preserved from the crash.
The original autopsy had focused on injuries caused by the collision.
Nobody had tested for poison.
Nobody had examined whether my father had been impaired before the vehicle left the road.
The new toxicology analysis found traces of a powerful sedative in tissue samples.
My father had been drugged.
The brake failure had not been the only reason he crashed.
Investigators returned to the restaurant where he ate lunch that day.
The establishment had closed years earlier, but archived payroll records revealed that one employee had been working in the private dining room.
Grant Mercer.
Before becoming Arthur’s attorney, Grant had worked part-time as a server while attending law school.
He served my father his final meal.
The evidence inside the recovered folder was even more damaging.
My father had uncovered a pattern involving Blackstone Harbor.
The firm targeted private family-owned companies.
It recruited insiders.
Manufactured debt.
Manipulated valuations.
Then purchased the weakened businesses through hidden subsidiaries.
Arthur had been recruited to gain access to Bennett Ridge Capital by marrying me.
Serena helped create his background.
Marcus handled the shell accounts.
Grant protected the legal side.
Marlene Voss arranged the financing.
My father discovered them before they completed the takeover.
So they removed him.
The case was no longer a family fraud investigation.
It had become a federal conspiracy case involving multiple companies across several states.
Grant Mercer was arrested at a private airfield while attempting to board a chartered plane.
Marlene Voss was detained at her bank.
Blackstone Harbor’s offices were searched.
Serena entered witness protection.
Arthur remained in county custody.
But when confronted with the expanded charges, he made one final attempt to control the story.
He requested a meeting with me.
Victoria advised against it.
The prosecutor advised against it.
I agreed anyway, provided the conversation was recorded and separated by glass.
Arthur entered the visitation room wearing an orange uniform.
For the first time since I had known him, he looked small.
He lifted the phone.
“You ruined everything,” he said.
“You threw coffee in my face.”
His mouth tightened.
“That morning had nothing to do with this.”
“That morning revealed exactly who you are.”
Arthur leaned closer to the glass.
“You think your father was innocent?”
I stared at him.
“He built Bennett Ridge using money he stole from Blackstone Harbor.”
“That’s a lie.”
“Ask Victoria why she never showed you the final page in that folder.”
I looked toward the observation window.
Victoria stood behind it.
Her face had changed.
Arthur smiled.
“You don’t know who you’re trusting, Claire.”
After the meeting, I demanded the complete folder.
Victoria handed it to me without argument.
The final page contained my father’s signature.
It appeared to authorize a payment of five million dollars to Blackstone Harbor.
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The payment had vanished.
And the transfer destination was an account in Victoria Caldwell’s name.
