Chapter 5 - Six Slaps and Forty-Seven Million Dollars
The police separated everyone.
Grant was taken into the library with one officer. Vanessa remained in the sitting room under supervision. Rosa received treatment in the kitchen while paramedics examined the swelling along Claire’s face and ribs.
Sebastian refused to leave his daughter’s side.
When the paramedic asked whether Claire had lost consciousness, Sebastian answered before she could.
“She did not.”
Claire looked at him.
“You weren’t here.”
“I know my daughter.”
Despite the pain, she almost smiled.
Nathan entered carrying a tablet and several printed documents.
“The transfer has been suspended,” he said.
“For how long?” Claire asked.
“Seventy-two hours pending verification.”
“That is not enough.”
“It is enough to obtain an emergency order.”
Sebastian looked toward the library doors.
“Grant will not touch another dollar.”
Nathan’s expression was less certain.
“There may be additional accounts.”
“How many?”
“We do not know.”
Daniel approached from the hallway.
“We searched the office with police authorization based on the assault and Rosa’s statement. The main computer was remotely wiped three minutes before we entered.”
Vanessa.
Claire turned toward the sitting room.
“Her phone.”
“The police have it,” Daniel said. “But several applications were deleted.”
“Can you recover them?”
“We have specialists working on it.”
Nathan set the tablet beside Claire.
“Edward’s drive contains partial records. Enough to confirm Vesper Meridian received money from companies connected to Marlow Heights over the last eighteen months.”
“How much?”
“Approximately twelve million.”
Claire looked at Sebastian.
Her father’s jaw tightened.
Nathan continued. “The forty-seven million scheduled tonight may not have been intended solely to rescue the project.”
“Then where was it going?”
“We traced part of Vesper’s ownership chain to a foundation in Bellmare.”
Sebastian became completely still.
Claire noticed.
“What is Bellmare?”
“A small jurisdiction with strict privacy laws,” Nathan said.
“That is not why my father reacted.”
Sebastian looked at the rain against the windows.
“Your mother had an account there.”
Claire felt the room become colder.
“Why?”
“It was connected to her research.”
“What research?”
Sebastian did not answer.
Claire sat straighter despite the pain.
“Grant said Mother knew what was beneath the Marlow site.”
Nathan looked toward Sebastian.
“You need to tell her.”
Her father’s voice remained low.
“Not here.”
“Dad.”
“The police are present. Reporters may arrive. We do not know who is listening.”
“You have spent my entire life deciding which truths I am ready to hear.”
Sebastian looked at her bruised face.
“And you have spent your entire life believing every secret was kept to control you.”
“Wasn’t it?”
“Some secrets are kept because knowledge creates danger.”
Claire thought about Grant’s confession.
“Danger already found me.”
Before Sebastian could answer, the library door opened.
Grant stepped out with the officer.
He had not been arrested.
Claire stared at him.
“Why is he free?”
The senior officer approached.
“Mrs. Hale, Mr. Hale admits there was a physical altercation but claims you struck him first inside the house.”
“He hit me six times.”
“We have documented your injuries.”
“Rosa saw it.”
“Ms. Alvarez witnessed part of the confrontation. Mr. Hale alleges she is biased due to her employment relationship with your family.”
Sebastian’s expression hardened.
The officer continued quickly. “We are not dismissing your statement. However, Mr. Hale has provided security footage showing you entering the property, confronting him, and damaging items.”
Claire looked at Grant.
“You edited the footage.”
Grant said nothing.
“The kitchen cameras were disabled.”
“The footage comes from the entrance hall.”
Nathan asked, “Does it include the assault?”
“No. The relevant period is missing.”
“Convenient,” Sebastian said.
The officer looked uncomfortable.
“Mr. Hale has agreed to leave the property temporarily while we investigate.”
Grant laughed once.
“Leave my own house?”
Nathan opened the sealed document he had carried from the SUV.
“This is not your house.”
Grant’s expression changed.
Nathan handed him the notice.
“Bellweather Residential Trust has terminated your occupancy rights pursuant to sections seven and nine of the residential beneficiary agreement.”
Grant scanned the page.
“This is fraudulent.”
“It was signed twelve years before your marriage.”
“You cannot remove me.”
“The trust can, and it has.”
Vanessa rose from the sitting room.
“Grant?”
He ignored her.
“You planned this,” he said to Claire. “You called your father and planned to steal my home.”
Claire stood with the paramedic’s assistance.
“My trust purchased it.”
“I renovated it. I built its value.”
“With money taken from accounts in my name.”
“You gave me authority.”
“I gave my husband access. I did not give a thief permission.”
Grant stepped toward her.
Daniel moved between them.
The police officer placed one hand near Grant’s shoulder.
“Sir, gather essential belongings. You can arrange collection of additional property later.”
Grant’s eyes never left Claire.
“You think you won.”
She looked at the man she had married.
“No. I think I survived tonight.”
Grant lowered his voice.
“Ask your father what happened to your mother at Northbridge.”
Claire froze.
Sebastian stepped forward.
“Do not speak her name.”
Grant smiled.
“There it is.”
Nathan intervened. “This conversation is over.”
But Grant continued.
“Claire, your mother did not die from the illness they told you about.”
The room fell silent.
Claire’s heart struck once against her ribs.
“What did you say?”
Sebastian’s face had gone gray.
Grant watched him with satisfaction.
“She found something beneath the Marlow land. Something connected to Northbridge. Your father buried it, and your mother died before she could expose it.”
“You’re lying.”
“Ask him why her medical records are sealed.”
Claire turned to Sebastian.
Her father looked away.
That movement was enough.
“Dad?”
“Grant is manipulating you.”
“Are her records sealed?”
Sebastian did not answer.
Grant laughed softly.
The officer ordered him to stop speaking and escorted him upstairs to collect his things.
Vanessa followed under supervision.
Claire remained in the entrance hall, staring at her father.
“What happened to Mother?”
Sebastian rubbed one hand over his face.
“She was sick.”
“That is not what I asked.”
“She was sick, and she was investigating financial crimes connected to a company called Northbridge Consortium.”
“Was Marlow involved?”
“The land was.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because the investigation ended after she died.”
“Did it?”
Nathan stepped closer.
“Claire, you need medical treatment and rest. This can wait until morning.”
“No.”
She looked at Sebastian.
“My husband drugged me, stole my identity, forged my signature, and used my dead mother as part of some scheme. Nothing waits until morning.”
Sebastian’s shoulders lowered.
“The official cause of your mother’s death was cardiac failure related to treatment complications.”
“Official?”
“There were inconsistencies.”
Claire felt the air leave her lungs.
“What inconsistencies?”
“Medication was found in her blood that her physicians had not prescribed.”
The mansion seemed to recede around her.
“Was she poisoned?”
“We never proved it.”
“Who knew?”
“Your mother. Me. Nathan. Two investigators.”
“Grant?”
“He should not have known.”
Nathan looked toward the staircase where Grant had disappeared.
“Which means someone gave him access to the Northbridge Archive.”
Claire remembered the file name on the memory card.
“What is the archive?”
Sebastian answered reluctantly.
“Everything your mother collected before she died.”
“Where is it?”
“I believed it was secure.”
“That was not my question.”
Sebastian looked directly at her.
“It was beneath this house.”
Claire stared at him.
Nathan’s expression changed.
Daniel immediately touched his earpiece and ordered his team to seal every exit.
Claire looked toward the floor.
“Beneath the mansion?”
“The property was selected because the trust already owned a secure storage structure below the original building.”
“Does Grant know how to reach it?”
Sebastian’s answer was barely audible.
“He does now.”
A crash sounded upstairs.
Daniel ran toward the staircase.
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The lights flickered.
Then the entire mansion went dark.
