For several seconds, nobody in the room spoke.
\nI kept staring at the date.
\nEighteen months before Marcus proposed.
\nNot eighteen days.
\nNot eighteen weeks.
\nEighteen months.
\nThat meant the man who had brought me lemon pie because chocolate triggered my migraines had already been researching my properties.
\nThe man who listened patiently when I talked about Arthur had already been calculating what Arthur left behind.
\nThe man who told me honesty mattered at our age had built our relationship on a lie before I even knew there was anything to distrust.
\nSamuel slowly pulled the report closer.
\n\u201cThis is not casual research.\u201d
\nThe investigator nodded.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMarcus remained near the dining room doorway.
\nHis face had gone gray.
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cWho made this?\u201d
\nHe said nothing.
\nThe investigator repeated the question.
\n\u201cMr. Thorne, who prepared the asset summary?\u201d
\nMarcus rubbed both hands over his face.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t understand.\u201d
\nI laughed once.
\n\u201cI think I finally do.\u201d
\n\u201cElaine, please.\u201d
\n\u201cWho prepared it?\u201d
\nHe looked toward the folder.
\nThen toward the investigator.
\n\u201cI want a lawyer.\u201d
\nThat was the first truly intelligent thing he had said all evening.
\nThe investigator closed the folder.
\n\u201cThat is your right.\u201d
\nMarcus turned toward me.
\n\u201cI never wanted it to become this.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cBecome what?\u201d
\n\u201cThis.\u201d
\n\u201cYou mean being caught?\u201d
\nHis mouth tightened.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not fair.\u201d
\n\u201cFair?\u201d
\nI pointed toward the blue folder.
\n\u201cYou investigated me before you proposed.\u201d
\n\u201cIt wasn\u2019t like that.\u201d
\n\u201cThen explain what it was like.\u201d
\nHe looked at Samuel.
\nAt Warren.
\nAt the investigator.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cYou mean you won\u2019t.\u201d
\nHe stepped closer.
\n\u201cElaine, I did love you.\u201d
\nThe past tense hit harder than I expected.
\nDid.
\nI smiled without warmth.
\n\u201cThat may be the cruelest thing you\u2019ve said yet.\u201d
\nHis eyes dropped.
\nThen the investigator asked him to leave the house until formal interviews could be arranged.
\nMarcus hesitated.
\n\u201cThis is my home too.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d Samuel said calmly.
\n\u201cNot legally.\u201d
\nMarcus glared at him.
\nSamuel did not blink.
\n\u201cThe deed you attempted to use is disputed. Elaine remains the sole recorded owner pending investigation.\u201d
\nMarcus looked at me again.
\n\u201cWhere am I supposed to go?\u201d
\nI almost could not believe it.
\nAfter everything, he still expected me to solve his problem.
\n\u201cAsk Beatrice.\u201d
\nHis expression hardened.
\nThen he walked out.
\nI watched from the window as he got into his car.
\nFor the first time since our wedding, he looked small.
\nNot harmless.
\nSmall.
\nThere is a difference.
\nOnce the car disappeared, Samuel opened the blue folder again.
\nThere were forty-three pages.
\nPhotographs.
\nProperty records.
\nTax estimates.
\nCorporate searches.
\nMy work schedule at the gallery.
\nPublic records connected to Arthur.
\nEven notes about my volunteer schedule.
\nThe investigator photographed everything.
\nThen Warren, who had remained quiet, pointed to one page.
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\nSamuel pulled it free.
\nIt was titled RELATIONSHIP ACCESS PLAN.
\nI felt sick before I even read it.
\nThe document contained bullet points.
\nPreferred social environments.
\nKnown routines.<\/p>\n
Interests.
\nCharitable activities.
\nWidow status.
\nLikely emotional vulnerabilities.
\nOne line was underlined.
\nSUBJECT RESPONDS POSITIVELY TO PATIENCE, SHARED READING INTERESTS, AND NON-COMPETITIVE DISCUSSION OF LATE HUSBAND.
\nMy hands began shaking.
\nMarcus had not simply met me at the charity book drive.
\nHe had chosen it.
\nSamuel looked furious.
\n\u201cElaine.\u201d
\nI kept reading.
\nAnother note mentioned lilies.
\nSUBJECT DISLIKES LILIES.
\nAnother mentioned chocolate.
\nMIGRAINE TRIGGER \u2014 AVOID CHOCOLATE GIFTS.
\nI closed my eyes.
\nEvery thoughtful detail.
\nEvery moment I had considered proof that Marcus listened.
\nIt had all been written down before he ever had the chance to learn it naturally.
\nThe investigator leaned forward.
\n\u201cThere may be more people involved.\u201d
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cWhat makes you say that?\u201d
\nHe pointed to the wording.
\n\u201cThis reads like someone prepared intelligence for him.\u201d
\nSamuel nodded.
\n\u201cMarcus may not have gathered all this himself.\u201d
\nThen Warren said quietly, \u201cThere was a woman.\u201d
\nWe all turned toward him.
\n\u201cWhat woman?\u201d I asked.
\nHe looked uncomfortable.
\n\u201cThe day Beatrice hired me for the signing, another woman called before I arrived.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cShe did not give her full name. She said she was coordinating documents for Mrs. Thorne.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she sound like?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe forties. Professional.\u201d
\n\u201cDid she say anything else?\u201d
\nWarren thought for a moment.
\n\u201cShe told me to make sure you signed every page.\u201d
\nSamuel\u2019s expression sharpened.
\n\u201cThat is unusual.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nWarren continued.
\n\u201cShe also said if you became emotional, Marcus could explain the documents for you.\u201d
\nI felt another wave of anger.
\nThey had expected resistance.
\nThey had planned around it.
\nThe investigator asked, \u201cDo you still have the number?\u201d
\nWarren pulled out his phone.
\n\u201cI might.\u201d
\nTwo minutes later, he found it.
\nThe investigator copied it down.
\nThen my own phone rang.
\nUnknown number.
\nEveryone looked at me.
\nI answered.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nA woman whispered, \u201cElaine?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAre you alone?\u201d
\nI looked around the room.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cGood.\u201d
\nSomething in her voice frightened me.
\n\u201cWho is this?\u201d
\n\u201cMy name is Caroline.\u201d
\nI waited.
\nShe inhaled sharply.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know me.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why are you calling?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I saw the report.\u201d
\nI looked at Samuel.
\nHe mouthed, \u201cSpeaker.\u201d
\nI turned it on.
\n\u201cWhat report?\u201d
\n\u201cThe one Marcus kept on you.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nI asked, \u201cHow do you know Marcus?\u201d
\nCaroline did not answer immediately.
\nThen she said, \u201cI was married to him.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nMarcus had told me he had been married once.
\nBriefly.
\nHe said the marriage ended almost twenty years ago.
\nHe had described his ex-wife as someone who hated stability.
\nHe claimed she left him for another man.
\n\u201cCaroline Thorne?\u201d
\n\u201cNot anymore.\u201d
\nI gripped the phone.
\n\u201cMarcus told me his former wife moved to California.\u201d
\n\u201cI did.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does this have to do with me?\u201d
\nHer voice trembled.
\n\u201cBecause I was not the only woman he did this to.\u201d
\nSamuel stared at me.
\nI barely breathed.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nCaroline continued.
\n\u201cAfter our divorce, Marcus began marrying women with property.\u201d
\nMy knees weakened.
\nSamuel pulled out a chair.
\nI sat down.
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cAt least three before you.\u201d
\nThe investigator began writing.
\nI asked, \u201cWere they wealthy?\u201d
\n\u201cNot always wealthy.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why?\u201d
\n\u201cThey had houses.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nCaroline continued.
\n\u201cEquity. Rental property. Inheritances. Retirement accounts.\u201d
\nI stared at the blue folder.
\nThis was not a desperate scheme caused by one failed business.
\nThis was a pattern.
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t anyone stop him?\u201d
\n\u201cOne woman settled.\u201d
\n\u201cAnother?\u201d
\n\u201cDied.\u201d
\nThe word landed like a stone.
\nI sat perfectly still.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nCaroline\u2019s voice became quieter.
\n\u201cOfficially?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cA fall.\u201d
\nMy skin went cold.
\nSamuel shook his head once, warning me not to jump to conclusions.
\nI understood.
\nBut fear had already entered the room.
\n\u201cWho was she?\u201d
\n\u201cMarianne Keller.\u201d
\nThe investigator looked up immediately.
\nHe recognized the name.
\nI saw it.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\nThen he said, \u201cI know that case.\u201d
\nSamuel turned toward him.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cIt was investigated three years ago.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cWas Marcus involved?\u201d
\n\u201cHe was her fianc\u00e9.\u201d
\nNot husband.
\nFianc\u00e9.
\nI leaned back.
\nThe investigator continued carefully.
\n\u201cNo charges were filed.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cHer death was ruled accidental.\u201d
\nCaroline whispered through the speaker.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what they said.\u201d
\nI asked, \u201cWhy are you calling me now?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Beatrice contacted me yesterday.\u201d
\nThat shocked everyone.
\n\u201cWhy would she call you?\u201d
\n\u201cTo ask whether Marcus ever told me about something called Seabrook Coastal.\u201d
\nMy blood ran cold.
\n\u201cShe knows I talked to you?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why contact you?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she\u2019s scared.\u201d
\n\u201cOf what?\u201d
\nCaroline paused.
\nThen said, \u201cOf Marcus.\u201d
\nFor the first time, I felt confused.
\n\u201cBeatrice has been helping him.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSo why would she be afraid of him?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she created him.\u201d
\nThe investigator leaned closer to the phone.
\n\u201cCaroline, explain that.\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\nThen exhaled.
\n\u201cBeatrice taught Marcus how to identify women with assets.\u201d
\nNo one moved.
\nCaroline continued.
\n\u201cShe started doing it after his business failed the first time.\u201d
\nI interrupted.
\n\u201cFirst time?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHe told me the company failed six years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cThat company did.\u201d
\n\u201cBut?\u201d
\n\u201cThere was another before it.\u201d
\nSamuel wrote something down.
\nCaroline said, \u201cMarcus has reinvented himself more than once.\u201d
\nI stared at the folder.
\n\u201cDid Beatrice prepare the reports?\u201d
\n\u201cSome of them.\u201d
\n\u201cIncluding mine?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen her voice changed.
\nUrgent.
\n\u201cBut Elaine, there is something else you need to understand.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cIf Marcus knows you found that blue folder, you should not stay alone tonight.\u201d
\nThe room became completely still.
\nSamuel spoke.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nCaroline answered immediately.
\n\u201cBecause that is what happened with Marianne.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cShe found her file.\u201d
\nI could barely speak.
\n\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\n\u201cShe confronted him.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThe investigator asked, \u201cHow long before she died?\u201d
\nCaroline whispered, \u201cTwo days.\u201d
\nI looked toward the darkening windows.
\nSuddenly the house no longer felt safe.
\nThe investigator immediately stood.
\n\u201cWe need to treat this carefully.\u201d
\nSamuel said, \u201cElaine is not staying here alone.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cI\u2019m not leaving my house.\u201d
\n\u201cThis isn\u2019t about the house.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nSamuel lowered his voice.
\n\u201cThen be practical.\u201d
\nBefore I could answer, headlights swept across the front window.
\nA car stopped at the curb.
\nEveryone froze.
\nThe investigator moved toward the curtain.
\nHe looked outside.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s not Marcus.\u201d
\nMy phone buzzed.
\nA text from Beatrice.
\nI opened it.
\nCOME OUTSIDE ALONE.
\nI showed everyone.
\nSamuel said, \u201cAbsolutely not.\u201d
\nAnother text arrived.
\nHE LIED TO ME TOO.
\nThen a third.
\nI HAVE SOMETHING YOU NEED TO SEE BEFORE MARCUS FINDS OUT I TOOK IT.
\nThe investigator looked through the window again.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s sitting in the car.\u201d
\nBeatrice.
\nI stared at the message.
\nThe woman who had tried to make me sign away control of my assets.
\nThe woman who knew about the cottages.
\nThe woman Caroline claimed had taught Marcus how to hunt women with property.
\nSamuel asked, \u201cWhat could she possibly have?\u201d
\nI did not know.
\nBut the answer came thirty seconds later.
\nBeatrice stepped out of the car.
\nShe was carrying a red binder.
\nNot blue.
\nRed.
\nAnd when she entered the house under the investigator\u2019s supervision, she did not look arrogant anymore.
\nShe looked terrified.
\nShe placed the binder on my table.
\n\u201cI need protection.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cFrom your son?\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\nThen she opened the binder.
\nInside were photographs of five women.
\nI recognized only myself.
\nBeatrice touched the first photograph.
\n\u201cThis was Marcus\u2019s first target.\u201d
\nThen the second.
\n\u201cHis second.\u201d
\nThen the third.
\n\u201cMarianne.\u201d
\nThen the fourth.
\n\u201cAnother widow.\u201d
\nFinally, she touched my photograph.
\n\u201cAnd you.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cHow many women did he actually marry?\u201d
\nBeatrice\u2019s eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cElaine, that isn\u2019t the question you should be asking.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat question should I ask?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\nThen looked toward the investigator.
\n\u201cYou should ask how many of them are still alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.
\nBeatrice\u2019s hand remained on the red binder.
\nFive photographs.
\nFive women.
\nFive lives apparently connected to Marcus.
\nI stared at my own photograph last.
\nIt had been taken outside the gallery.
\nI recognized the blue coat I had worn that winter.
\nThe photo was dated nine months before Marcus first introduced himself to me.
\nI looked at Beatrice.
\n\u201cYou were watching me before I met him.\u201d
\nHer mouth tightened.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nSamuel stepped forward.
\n\u201cFor how long?\u201d
\nBeatrice lowered her eyes.
\n\u201cAlmost a year.\u201d
\nThe investigator immediately began taking notes.
\nI could barely process it.
\nEvery Sunday coffee.
\nEvery charity event.
\nEvery casual conversation.
\nMarcus had entered my life after months of preparation.
\nI pointed to the first photograph.
\n\u201cWho is she?\u201d
\nBeatrice swallowed.
\n\u201cMargaret Sloan.\u201d
\nThe woman looked about sixty.
\nSilver hair.
\nBright smile.
\nStanding beside a yellow house.
\n\u201cWhere is she now?\u201d
\n\u201cArizona.\u201d
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThe second photograph showed a woman named Denise Porter.
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\nBeatrice nodded.
\n\u201cShe lost almost everything.\u201d
\nMy eyes moved to the third photograph.
\nMarianne Keller.
\nDark hair.
\nElegant face.
\nA wedding ring did not appear on her hand.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s dead.\u201d
\nBeatrice looked away.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThe fourth woman was named Judith Ross.
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\nBeatrice did not answer immediately.
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cBeatrice.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cNursing facility.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe had a stroke.\u201d
\nThe investigator looked sharply at her.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cTwo months after Marcus left her.\u201d
\nI felt cold.
\nThen I pointed at myself.
\n\u201cAnd I\u2019m number five?\u201d
\nBeatrice whispered, \u201cYes.\u201d
\nI stood slowly.
\n\u201cYou knew all of this.\u201d
\nTears appeared in her eyes.
\nBut I felt no sympathy.
\n\u201cYou sat in my kitchen.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou brought legal documents.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou tried to make me sign.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou knew Marcus had done this before.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThe word was almost inaudible.
\nI stepped closer.
\n\u201cThen why are you suddenly afraid?\u201d
\nBeatrice gripped the edge of the binder.
\n\u201cBecause Marcus changed.\u201d
\nI laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cChanged?\u201d
\n\u201cHe used to scare women.\u201d
\n\u201cWonderful distinction.\u201d
\n\u201cHe manipulated them. Took money. Used debt. Pressured them.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd now?\u201d
\nHer eyes met mine.
\n\u201cNow I think he is willing to do worse.\u201d
\nThe room became silent again.
\nThe investigator asked, \u201cWhy?\u201d
\nBeatrice reached into the back pocket of the binder.
\nShe removed a small black USB drive.
\n\u201cI found this in his apartment.\u201d
\nMarcus had told me he no longer owned an apartment.
\nAnother lie.
\n\u201cHe has another residence?\u201d I asked.
\nBeatrice nodded.
\n\u201cOutside the city.\u201d
\n\u201cHow long?\u201d
\n\u201cYears.\u201d
\nSamuel\u2019s face hardened.
\n\u201cAnd you knew?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nOf course she had.
\nThe investigator held out his hand.
\nBeatrice gave him the drive.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s on it?\u201d
\n\u201cAudio recordings.\u201d
\nMy skin prickled.
\n\u201cOf who?\u201d
\n\u201cMarcus.\u201d
\n\u201cWith whom?\u201d
\n\u201cDifferent people.\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\n\u201cAnd one recording with you.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve never knowingly been recorded.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nBeatrice looked ashamed.
\n\u201cHe recorded conversations in your house.\u201d
\nI stared toward the ceiling.
\nThe living room.
\nKitchen.
\nBedroom?
\nI suddenly felt violated in a way money could not explain.
\n\u201cWhere were the devices?\u201d
\nBeatrice shook her head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThe investigator said, \u201cWe need to inspect the house.\u201d
\nSamuel nodded.
\n\u201cImmediately.\u201d
\nI wanted to be angry.
\nInstead, I felt numb.
\nThen Beatrice said, \u201cThere\u2019s one recording you need to hear first.\u201d
\nThe investigator inserted the USB into an evidence laptop.
\nBeatrice gave him the filename.
\nMARIANNE_04.
\nHe pressed play.
\nStatic.
\nThen Marcus\u2019s voice.
\nYou should have signed it when I asked.
\nA woman answered.
\nMarianne.
\nI don\u2019t trust you anymore.
\nMarcus again.
\nYou\u2019re making this harder than it needs to be.
\nMarianne said something too quiet to hear.
\nThen Marcus\u2019s voice changed.
\nCold.
\nYou think anyone is going to believe you?
\nThe recording ended.
\nNobody moved.
\nThe investigator replayed it.
\nSame words.
\nSame chilling tone.
\nI asked, \u201cWhen was this recorded?\u201d
\nBeatrice whispered, \u201cThe night before Marianne fell.\u201d
\nSamuel looked at the investigator.
\n\u201cThat changes things.\u201d
\nThe investigator nodded.
\n\u201cIt may.\u201d
\nI stared at Beatrice.
\n\u201cHow did you get this?\u201d
\n\u201cI told you. His apartment.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. Why did Marcus keep it?\u201d
\nBeatrice looked sick.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nBut I did not believe her.
\n\u201cYou know something.\u201d
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cYou have been lying since the moment you entered my life.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen earn one truthful sentence.\u201d
\nShe closed her eyes.
\nWhen she opened them, she looked older.
\n\u201cMarcus keeps trophies.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cWhat kind of trophies?\u201d
\n\u201cFiles. Recordings. Documents.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom the women?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cI think because he likes remembering when they were afraid.\u201d
\nEven the investigator looked disturbed.
\nI walked toward the window.
\nOutside, the street looked ordinary.
\nA neighbor was walking a dog.
\nA delivery van passed.
\nSomewhere nearby, somebody was mowing a lawn.
\nAnd inside my house, I was discovering that the man I married might have spent years collecting pieces of women he manipulated.
\nThen Samuel said my name.
\n\u201cElaine.\u201d
\nI turned.
\nHe was holding one of the pages from the binder.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThis.\u201d
\nHe handed it to me.
\nIt was a payment ledger.
\nDates.
\nAmounts.
\nInitials.
\nM.S.
\nD.P.
\nM.K.
\nJ.R.
\nE.H.
\nMy initials.
\nBeside each were numbers.
\nTwenty thousand.
\nForty-seven thousand.
\nNinety thousand.
\nThe amounts beside my name were blank.
\nExcept for one handwritten estimate.
\n2.8M\u20133.4M LIQUIDATION POTENTIAL.
\nI stared at Beatrice.
\n\u201cThat is what Marcus thought I was worth?\u201d
\nShe did not answer.
\nSamuel looked closer.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe pointed to the phrase.
\n\u201cLiquidation potential.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone wasn\u2019t calculating income.\u201d
\nHe looked grim.
\n\u201cThey were calculating what your assets might produce if sold.\u201d
\nThe cottages.
\nThe house.
\nInvestments.
\nEverything Arthur and I built.
\nEverything my grandfather left.
\nReduced to a number.
\nI closed the binder.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d
\nBut Beatrice whispered, \u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s one more woman.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\n\u201cThere are five photographs.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d
\nShe reached into her handbag.
\nHer hands shook badly now.
\nShe pulled out a sixth photograph.
\nAn old one.
\nFaded.
\nIt showed a woman in her early forties standing beside Marcus.
\nMarcus looked much younger.
\nMaybe thirty.
\nThe woman was smiling.
\nI looked at the back.
\nOne name.
\nRebecca Thorne.
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWho is Rebecca?\u201d
\nBeatrice began crying.
\nNot quietly.
\nNot elegantly.
\nHer shoulders actually shook.
\n\u201cMy daughter.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cMarcus has a sister?\u201d
\n\u201cHad.\u201d
\nThe word chilled me.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nBeatrice pressed both hands against her face.
\nThen she whispered, \u201cShe died twenty-six years ago.\u201d
\nSamuel asked, \u201cHow?\u201d
\nBeatrice looked at Marcus\u2019s photograph inside the binder.
\n\u201cShe fell from a balcony.\u201d
\nThe investigator immediately stopped writing.
\n\u201cHow old was Marcus?\u201d
\n\u201cThirty-five.\u201d
\n\u201cWas he there?\u201d
\nBeatrice nodded.
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cAnd what did police determine?\u201d
\n\u201cAccident.\u201d
\nAnother fall.
\nAnother dead woman.
\nSamuel exchanged a look with the investigator.
\nBeatrice continued.
\n\u201cRebecca had inherited property from her father.\u201d
\n\u201cYour husband?\u201d
\n\u201cMy first husband.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened to the property?\u201d
\nBeatrice looked at me.
\n\u201cMarcus got it.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nI almost stopped breathing.
\nThe investigator leaned forward.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca had signed paperwork naming him as beneficiary.\u201d
\n\u201cBefore she died?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow long before?\u201d
\nBeatrice\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cThree days.\u201d
\nI stepped backward.
\nThis was no longer about debt.
\nNo longer about fraud.
\nNo longer about greedy relatives.
\nThere was a pattern reaching back decades.
\nI looked at Beatrice.
\n\u201cAnd you still helped him?\u201d
\nShe nodded through tears.
\n\u201cI told myself Rebecca\u2019s death was an accident.\u201d
\n\u201cFor twenty-six years?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Marianne?\u201d
\n\u201cI told myself that was an accident too.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd now me?\u201d
\nShe stared at the floor.
\n\u201cNow I don\u2019t believe in accidents anymore.\u201d
\nBefore anyone could answer, my phone rang.
\nMarcus.
\nNobody moved.
\nThe investigator whispered, \u201cAnswer.\u201d
\nI did.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nMarcus sounded calm.
\nToo calm.
\n\u201cElaine, where are you?\u201d
\n\u201cAt home.\u201d
\n\u201cIs my mother there?\u201d
\nBeatrice went pale.
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen Marcus asked, \u201cWhat did she give you?\u201d
\nI looked at the red binder.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nHis voice changed.
\n\u201cElaine.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWhatever she told you, she\u2019s lying.\u201d
\nBeatrice started shaking her head.
\nMarcus continued.
\n\u201cMy mother is sick.\u201d
\nBeatrice whispered, \u201cNo.\u201d
\nI held up one finger.
\nMarcus said, \u201cShe has been confused for months.\u201d
\nOf course.
\nThe same tactic again.
\nMake the woman sound unstable.
\nI asked, \u201cAre you coming here?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere are you?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\nThen Marcus said something that made the investigator stand up.
\n\u201cI\u2019m at Seabrook.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe cottages.\u201d
\nI looked at Samuel.
\nHe was already reaching for his phone.
\nMarcus continued.
\n\u201cYou should have told me about them.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re in Georgia?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cI drove.\u201d
\nI glanced at the clock.
\nHe had left hours earlier.
\n\u201cWhat are you doing there?\u201d
\n\u201cSeeing what my wife owns.\u201d
\n\u201cThey are not yours.\u201d
\nHe laughed softly.
\n\u201cThat depends on what happens next.\u201d
\nThe call disconnected.
\nSamuel immediately called the property manager.
\nNo answer.
\nAgain.
\nNothing.
\nThen my phone rang.
\nThis time it was the manager.
\nI answered immediately.
\n\u201cLaura?\u201d
\nHer breathing was frantic.
\n\u201cElaine.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a man here claiming he\u2019s your husband.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cHe has documents.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat documents?\u201d
\n\u201cHe says you transferred the cottages to a trust.\u201d
\nMy knees weakened.
\n\u201cI did not.\u201d
\n\u201cI thought so.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is Marcus now?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cLaura?\u201d
\nHer voice dropped.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s inside Cottage Six.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\nThat cottage was different from the others.
\nIt had been my grandfather\u2019s private cottage.
\nNot usually rented.
\nI kept family documents there.
\nOld photographs.
\nOriginal ledgers.
\nAnd one locked wall safe.
\nMarcus could not know that.
\nUnless Beatrice had told him.
\nI turned slowly toward her.
\nHer face answered before I asked.
\n\u201cWhat did you tell him about Cottage Six?\u201d
\nShe began crying again.
\n\u201cElaine\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cI told him there was a safe.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThen Laura screamed through the phone.
\n\u201cElaine!\u201d
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMarcus just came out.\u201d
\n\u201cIs he leaving?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what is he doing?\u201d
\nShe whispered five words.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s carrying your grandfather\u2019s box.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\nThat box had not been opened in fifteen years.
\nArthur and I had sealed it after my grandfather died.
\nInside were the original ownership documents for all six cottages.
\nAnd something else.
\nA handwritten letter my grandfather had made me promise never to show anyone unless someone tried to take the properties from me.
\nI had never understood why.
\nUntil now.<\/p>\n
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