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Thomas Bell talked for six hours.
Fear made him cooperative.
The story he told was worse than Daniel expected.
Thomas had discovered Arthur's amendment eleven years earlier while restructuring estate documents.
At first he intended to tell Daniel.
Then Richard learned about it through a business deal.
Richard persuaded Thomas to investigate the missing daughter quietly.
The search led to Catherine Moore.
She had died twelve years earlier.
But her daughter was alive.
Arthur's first child.
Her name had changed after marriage.
Thomas found her.
"Name," Daniel demanded.
Thomas refused.
Maya leaned forward.
"You are already facing conspiracy, kidnapping, financial crimes, obstruction, and more."
Thomas wiped sweat from his forehead.
"I need protection."
"From Richard?"
Thomas looked toward the camera in the interview room.
"From people above Richard."
Daniel frowned.
"There is nobody above Richard."
Thomas laughed nervously.
"That's what Richard wanted everyone to think."
Maya asked, "Who?"
Thomas shook his head.
"Protection first."
The interview stopped.
Investigators negotiated with prosecutors.
Daniel waited outside with Rachel.
Sophie was asleep at Martha's house.
Rachel had refused medical observation after being cleared.
Daniel looked at her.
"You should be home."
"So should you."
He smiled faintly.
"Fair."
Rachel stared through the interview room glass.
"I spent months thinking Thomas was the center."
"So did Eleanor."
"No. Eleanor suspected something else."
Daniel turned.
"What?"
Rachel hesitated.
"The week before she died, she asked me to research an old company."
"Which company?"
"Bellweather Maritime."
Daniel recognized the name.
His father's boating accident had involved a yacht serviced by Bellweather.
His stomach tightened.
"Why?"
"I don't know."
"Did you find anything?"
"The company dissolved eight years ago."
"After my father died."
"About a year later."
Daniel stared at the floor.
His father's death had always been considered accidental.
A mechanical failure.
A storm.
A capsized vessel.
No suspicious evidence.
Now every old certainty felt contaminated.
Maya emerged.
"Thomas is ready."
They returned inside.
Thomas looked twenty years older.
"The daughter is named Caroline."
Daniel's throat tightened.
"Caroline what?"
"Caroline Bennett."
"Where is she?"
Thomas stared at Richard's file.
"She was living in Vermont when we found her."
"When?"
"Seven years ago."
Daniel felt anger rise.
"You knew for seven years?"
Thomas nodded.
"Did Richard contact her?"
"Yes."
"What did he tell her?"
"That Arthur Reed had left debt connected to her birth."
Daniel stared in disbelief.
"He lied."
"Yes."
"Why?"
"To make her sign a disclaimer."
"What disclaimer?"
"A document waiving any claims against the Reed estate."
Daniel laughed bitterly.
"Would that override the trust?"
"No."
"So why bother?"
"Richard didn't know that at first."
Thomas continued.
"When he discovered the waiver wouldn't eliminate bloodline priority, he tried another approach."
Daniel's hands tightened.
"What approach?"
"Proving Caroline was not Arthur's child."
"Was she?"
Thomas looked down.
"Yes."
"How do you know?"
"DNA."
Daniel stopped breathing.
"Whose DNA?"
"Yours."
Daniel stared.
Thomas explained that seven years earlier, during a medical insurance examination, Daniel had provided blood samples.
Thomas obtained genetic material through corrupt intermediaries.
The comparison showed a half-sibling relationship.
Daniel felt violated.
"You tested me without my consent."
"Yes."
"And Caroline?"
"She believed she was participating in an ancestry research project."
Rachel closed her eyes.
Daniel asked, "Where is she now?"
Thomas shook his head.
"I don't know."
"You said Richard found her."
"He did."
"Then what happened?"
"Caroline became suspicious. She contacted Eleanor."
Daniel stared.
"My grandmother knew where she was?"
"For a short time."
"What happened?"
"Richard intercepted the correspondence."
"How?"
"Through me."
Daniel wanted to hit him.
He did not.
Thomas continued.
"Caroline disappeared from Vermont five years ago."
"Disappeared how?"
"Moved."
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"You expect me to believe that?"
"Richard stopped trusting me."
Maya asked, "Why?"
Thomas looked toward Daniel.
"Because I began keeping copies."
"Copies of what?"
"Everything."
"Where?"
Thomas smiled weakly.
"My office safe."
Police had already searched his office.
The safe had been empty.
Thomas shook his head.
"Not that office."
He owned another property.
A small cabin registered under his late brother's name.
Inside the cabin police found a floor safe.
Documents.
Photographs.
Hard drives.
Cash.
And a thin blue folder labeled C. BENNETT.
Daniel opened it with gloved hands.
The first photograph showed a woman in her early forties standing outside a bookstore.
Dark brown hair.
Gray eyes.
Daniel stared at her face.
Something was familiar.
Not resemblance exactly.
Something in the expression.
His father's expression.
The next photograph showed Caroline with a teenage boy.
Her son.
Daniel's nephew.
On the back was a date from four years earlier.
Another page listed an address.
Daniel handed it to Maya.
"Find them."
Within an hour they had an answer.
The address belonged to an apartment building in Boston.
Caroline had lived there for only six months.
Then she moved again.
No forwarding address.
But an old tenant remembered her.
"She was scared," the woman said by phone.
"Of what?" Maya asked.
"Men asking questions."
Daniel leaned closer.
"What men?"
"One was older. Silver hair. Expensive coat."
Richard.
"And the other?"
The tenant hesitated.
"I only saw him once."
"Describe him."
"Tall. Dark suit. Maybe fifty."
"Name?"
"I don't know."
She thought for a moment.
"Caroline called him Mr. Reed."
Daniel felt the room become silent.
Maya looked at him.
Daniel shook his head.
"There are no other Mr. Reeds."
Samuel was older.
Other male relatives lived overseas.
The description fit none of them.
Rachel whispered, "Maybe she was mistaken."
Daniel wanted to believe that.
Then the tenant added one detail.
"The man had a scar near his left ear."
Daniel stopped breathing.
His father had a scar near his left ear.
A childhood accident.
But Arthur Reed had been dead for nine years.
May you like
Daniel whispered, "That's impossible."
Nobody answered.
