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\nShe was listening carefully.
\nArthur continued.
\n\u201cRobert said Patricia got out and began shouting at Susan. He couldn\u2019t hear everything because he was still approaching.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\n\u201cHe saw Susan move backward.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cDid someone push her?\u201d
\nArthur hesitated.
\n\u201cRobert couldn\u2019t establish that. He told investigators he saw movement and then lost sight of her as he rounded the curve.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cThen how can Kevin say you know what really happened?\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s hands trembled.
\n\u201cBecause Robert later told Walter something he hadn\u2019t been able to explain clearly in his original statement.\u201d
\nI leaned forward.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cHe believed another person had been standing beside Patricia.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nArthur looked at me with deep sadness.
\n\u201cYour sister, Eleanor.\u201d
\nI felt the blood drain from my face.
\nEleanor.
\nMy younger sister.
\nThe woman who had helped me raise Kevin.
\nThe woman I had trusted with my deepest secrets.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible,\u201d I whispered.
\nArthur lowered his eyes.
\n\u201cI wish I could tell you it was.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cEleanor told me she was home that night.\u201d
\n\u201cThat may have been what she told you.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cDid Robert recognize her?\u201d
\n\u201cNot with certainty. He saw her briefly in poor lighting. Walter believed it was Eleanor, but the identification was never confirmed.\u201d
\nI looked down at my hands.
\nMy family had been standing on that road together.
\nKevin.
\nPatricia.
\nPossibly Eleanor.
\nWalt.
\nSusan.
\nAnd Robert.
\nSix people connected to a secret that had haunted us for seventeen years.
\n\u201cArthur,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwhat happened after the collision?\u201d
\nHe took a deep breath.
\n\u201cRobert stopped and called emergency services. Walter was already trying to help Susan.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cWas she alive?\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s voice broke.
\n\u201cAccording to the reports, she was critically injured. Emergency responders took her to the hospital.\u201d
\nI began crying.
\n\u201cWas Kevin there when they arrived?\u201d
\nArthur looked down.
\n\u201cNo. Robert said Kevin drove away before the first responders reached the scene.\u201d
\nI covered my face.
\nMy son had left his wife injured beside the road.
\nWhatever caused the collision, he had left.
\n\u201cWhy would he do that?\u201d I whispered.
\nArthur shook his head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen Emily suddenly spoke.
\n\u201cBecause he was afraid of what Susan was going to tell the police.\u201d
\nWe all turned toward her.
\nShe was gripping the edge of the table.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t understand it until I heard the recordings.\u201d
\nI wiped my eyes.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nEmily opened the cardboard box she had brought from home.
\n\u201cThere was another letter. I almost forgot about it because it was hidden inside an old birthday card.\u201d
\nShe removed a small folded paper.
\n\u201cSusan wrote this to me two weeks before she died.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\nEmily unfolded it.
\nThen she began reading.
\n\u201cEmily, if anything happens to me, please don\u2019t believe Kevin when he says I\u2019ve been unstable. I\u2019ve discovered that he and Patricia have been using my identity on financial documents. I think Eleanor helped them. I\u2019m trying to collect proof before I leave.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nMy son\u2019s betrayal was even worse than I had imagined.
\nEmily continued.
\n\u201cI told Walter everything. He promised to help me. I wish Peggy knew, but I don\u2019t want to break her heart until I\u2019m certain.\u201d
\nA sob escaped my lips.
\nSusan had been trying to protect me.
\nEven while she was frightened for her own safety.
\nEmily lowered the letter.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s one more sentence.\u201d
\nI looked up.
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cSusan wrote, \u2018If Kevin finds out what I discovered about Patricia, I\u2019m afraid he might hurt her too.’\u201d
\nThe room went completely silent.
\nI stared at Emily.
\n\u201cHer?\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cPatricia.\u201d
\nDaniel leaned forward.
\n\u201cWhy would Susan be worried about Patricia if Patricia was helping Kevin?\u201d
\nEmily shook her head.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what I couldn\u2019t understand.\u201d
\nArthur frowned.
\nThen he looked at the documents on the table.
\n\u201cUnless Susan believed Patricia had begun threatening to expose Kevin.\u201d
\nI thought of the checks.
\nMore than sixty thousand dollars.
\nThe suspicious signatures.
\nThe financial papers.
\nCould Patricia have been taking money because she knew something about Kevin?
\nHad their partnership turned against itself?
\nI looked at Arthur.
\n\u201cIs that what Walt believed?\u201d
\nHe nodded slowly.
\n\u201cWalter suspected the payments might have been made to keep Patricia quiet. But he couldn\u2019t establish what she knew.\u201d
\nI leaned back.
\nFor seventeen years, my family had treated Susan\u2019s death as an accident that was too painful to discuss.
\nNow it seemed everyone had known part of the truth.
\nEveryone except me.
\n\u201cArthur,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwhy didn\u2019t you give me these documents after Walt died?\u201d
\nHis eyes filled with regret.
\n\u201cBecause Walter instructed me to preserve the materials until you requested them or there was a clear reason to believe your safety or finances were at risk.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cAnd you thought that was the right thing?\u201d
\n\u201cAt the time, I believed I was respecting his wishes.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cYou should have told me.\u201d
\nArthur lowered his head.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re right, Peggy. I should have made sure you knew there were documents waiting for you.\u201d
\nFor a long time, I said nothing.
\nThen I looked at Walt\u2019s letter.
\nMy husband had tried to protect me.
\nBut in protecting me from painful truths, he had left me vulnerable to people who knew far more than I did.
\nI folded the letter and placed it in my purse.
\n\u201cNo more secrets,\u201d I said.
\nArthur looked up.
\n\u201cPeggy?\u201d
\n\u201cI want everything turned over to the proper investigators. Every letter, every recording, every financial statement.\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cWe can arrange that.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd I want someone to review the documents Kevin used in his guardianship petition.\u201d
\nLaura stepped forward.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re already preparing that.\u201d
\nI looked at Daniel.
\n\u201cAnd I want the police to know Kevin sold my car without permission.\u201d
\nDaniel nodded.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll give them the messages and the purchase information I have.\u201d
\nI took a deep breath.
\nFor the first time that morning, I felt something stronger than fear.
\nI felt anger.
\nNot the wild kind that makes people say things they regret.
\nA calm, steady anger that told me I had allowed enough.
\nJust then, Laura\u2019s telephone rang.
\nShe stepped into the hallway to answer.
\nA few moments later, she returned.
\nHer expression had changed.
\n\u201cFather, there\u2019s someone here asking to see Peggy.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nLaura hesitated.
\n\u201cPatricia Mercer.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nArthur stood.
\n\u201cDid you tell her Peggy was here?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. She said she knew.\u201d
\nDaniel moved closer to me.
\n\u201cMrs. Larson, you don\u2019t have to speak with her.\u201d
\nI stared toward the door.
\nPatricia.
\nMy niece.
\nThe woman who had smiled at me through every family holiday while apparently hiding things that could have destroyed my life.
\nI wanted to see her.
\nI wanted to ask why.
\nBut I also remembered Walt\u2019s warning.
\nPlease protect yourself.
\n\u201cLaura,\u201d I said, \u201ctell Patricia I won\u2019t meet with her privately.\u201d
\nLaura nodded.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll let her know.\u201d
\nBefore she could leave, a voice came from the hallway.
\n\u201cAunt Peg, please!\u201d
\nPatricia.
\nHer voice was trembling.
\n\u201cI know you\u2019re in there!\u201d
\nI froze.
\nArthur stepped toward the door.
\n\u201cMs. Mercer, this is a private office. You need to leave.\u201d
\n\u201cAunt Peg!\u201d she cried. \u201cPlease listen to me!\u201d
\nI gripped my walker.
\nDaniel looked at me.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t let her pressure you.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nThen Patricia shouted something that made everyone stop.
\n\u201cKEVIN IS GOING TO BLAME ME FOR EVERYTHING!\u201d
\nThe hallway went silent.
\nArthur looked back at me.
\nMy heart hammered.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cHe knows you found the documents! He\u2019s scared! And now he\u2019s telling people I did everything myself!\u201d
\nI stared at the door.
\nFor seventeen years, Patricia had apparently helped Kevin.
\nNow she was frightened of him.
\n\u201cArthur,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwhat should we do?\u201d
\nHe thought for a moment.
\n\u201cShe may have information. But you shouldn\u2019t be drawn into an argument. If she wants to make a statement, she can do so through counsel or investigators.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nLaura opened the door just enough to speak with her.
\n\u201cPatricia, if you have information relevant to these matters, we can discuss appropriate arrangements. But Peggy is not agreeing to a private confrontation.\u201d
\nPatricia began crying.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t have much time.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat does she mean?\u201d I whispered.
\nThen Patricia said something that made my blood run cold.
\n\u201cKevin knows where the original papers are.\u201d
\nArthur stepped closer.
\n\u201cWhat original papers?\u201d
\n\u201cThe ones Susan hid.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nDaniel looked at Emily.
\nEmily\u2019s face had gone pale.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cThe lockbox Kevin took from Walt\u2019s workshop. He opened it last night.\u201d
\nI gripped the table.
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\nPatricia\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cThere was something inside that he didn\u2019t know existed.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA letter from Susan.\u201d
\nEmily stood abruptly.
\n\u201cShe wrote another letter?\u201d
\nPatricia nodded, tears streaming down her face.
\n\u201cAnd photographs.\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s expression hardened.
\n\u201cWhat photographs?\u201d
\nPatricia looked directly toward me through the partly open doorway.
\n\u201cPhotographs that show who was standing beside Susan before the collision.\u201d
\nI felt my breath catch.
\n\u201cPatricia,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwho was it?\u201d
\nShe began shaking.
\n\u201cAunt Peg, I need you to understand something.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cI made terrible mistakes. I signed papers. I helped Kevin move money. I lied to you.\u201d
\nTears filled my eyes.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nShe looked down.
\n\u201cBecause I was greedy. And because once I got involved, Kevin threatened to expose everything I\u2019d done.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cSo you kept going?\u201d
\nShe nodded miserably.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI felt my heart break.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cBut I didn\u2019t know Susan was going to die. I swear I didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cThen tell me what happened.\u201d
\nShe looked at Arthur.
\n\u201cNot here.\u201d
\nArthur shook his head.
\n\u201cPatricia, you need independent legal advice before making statements about potentially criminal conduct. We cannot promise confidentiality or protection.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nThen she looked at me again.
\n\u201cAunt Peg, Kevin has been keeping something from all of us.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nPatricia wiped her cheeks.
\n\u201cSusan didn\u2019t just discover forged financial documents.\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cShe discovered who had been taking money from your husband\u2019s trust.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cKevin?\u201d
\nPatricia shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cEleanor?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d
\nPatricia looked toward Arthur.
\nAnd the expression on her face changed.
\nIt wasn\u2019t anger.
\nIt was fear.
\n\u201cAsk him,\u201d she whispered.
\nArthur stiffened.
\n\u201cWhat are you suggesting?\u201d
\nPatricia reached into her handbag.
\nShe pulled out a folded piece of paper.
\nThen she handed it to Laura.
\n\u201cLook at the signature on this.\u201d
\nLaura unfolded the document.
\nHer eyes moved slowly across the page.
\nThen her face went pale.
\n\u201cFather\u2026\u201d
\nArthur took the paper.
\nFor a moment, he didn\u2019t move.
\nThen he sank into a chair.
\nI felt my stomach drop.
\n\u201cArthur?\u201d
\nHe didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cArthur, what is it?\u201d
\nHe looked at me with an expression I had never seen before.
\nThe expression of a man whose own past had finally found him.
\nPatricia stepped backward.
\n\u201cAunt Peg,\u201d she whispered, \u201cI didn\u2019t know until last night.\u201d
\nI gripped my walker.
\n\u201cKnow what?\u201d
\nShe pointed toward the document.
\n\u201cThe person who authorized the first suspicious transfer from Walt\u2019s trust wasn\u2019t Kevin.\u201d
\nI looked at Arthur.
\nHe was staring at the signature.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cIt wasn\u2019t my mother.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cIt wasn\u2019t me.\u201d
\nI could barely breathe.
\n\u201cThen who was it?\u201d
\nPatricia looked directly at the elderly attorney.
\n\u201cIT WAS ARTHUR WHITMORE.\u201d<\/strong>
\nThe room went completely silent.
\nArthur slowly raised his head.
\nAnd the next words he spoke made me feel as though the ground had disappeared beneath me.
\n\u201cPEGGY, I CAN EXPLAIN THE SIGNATURE. BUT FIRST, YOU NEED TO KNOW WHY WALTER STOPPED TRUSTING MY BROTHER.\u201d<\/strong>
\nEND OF PART 9 \u2014 TO BE CONTINUED\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\nPART 10 \u2014 THE ATTORNEY WHO KNEW WHERE MY HUSBAND\u2019S MONEY WENT<\/h1>\n
\nNow my niece stood in his office, accusing him of authorizing a suspicious transfer from Walt\u2019s family trust.
\nAnd Arthur wasn\u2019t denying the signature.
\nHe was sitting across from me, staring at the document as though it had brought a ghost into the room.
\n\u201cArthur,\u201d I whispered, \u201cplease tell me this isn\u2019t true.\u201d
\nHe slowly raised his head.
\n\u201cPeggy, the signature is mine.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nDaniel stepped closer to my chair.
\nLaura looked at her father in disbelief.
\nPatricia stood beside the doorway, clutching her handbag with both hands.
\nI could hear my own heartbeat.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked.
\nArthur closed his eyes.
\n\u201cBecause I trusted my brother.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\n\u201cRobert?\u201d I whispered.
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cRobert Whitmore. The investigator Walter hired to look into Kevin and Patricia.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d
\nArthur pulled the document closer.
\n\u201cSeventeen years ago, Walter became concerned about irregularities in the administration of Martin\u2019s estate. Robert was helping him trace the transactions.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cRobert brought me documents he said Walter had approved. One authorized a transfer into an account that was supposed to hold funds temporarily during a property transaction.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cHow much money?\u201d
\nArthur hesitated.
\n\u201cOne hundred and eighty thousand dollars.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\nOne hundred and eighty thousand.
\nWhile Walt and I had been living carefully on our savings, someone had been moving money connected to his inheritance.
\n\u201cWhere did it go?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what Walter eventually wanted to know.\u201d
\nI felt anger rising.
\n\u201cYou signed the authorization, Arthur.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you ask Walt first?\u201d
\nArthur lowered his eyes.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThe word landed between us like a stone.
\nFor a moment, I couldn\u2019t speak.
\nThen I whispered, \u201cYou were his attorney.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cHe trusted you.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you signed something involving his money without speaking to him?\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cIt was a terrible professional failure, Peggy. I should have verified the instructions directly.\u201d
\nLaura slowly sat down.
\n\u201cFather, why didn\u2019t you tell me about this?\u201d
\nArthur looked at his daughter.
\n\u201cBecause I believed the problem had been resolved.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cResolved?\u201d
\nHe took a deep breath.
\n\u201cRobert told me the funds had been returned.\u201d
\n\u201cHad they?\u201d
\nArthur said nothing.
\nMy hands began shaking.
\n\u201cArthur, had they?\u201d
\n\u201cI later learned the records were incomplete.\u201d
\nI looked away.
\nAnother person my husband trusted had concealed something.
\nAnother secret.
\nAnother explanation that came seventeen years too late.
\nPatricia suddenly spoke.
\n\u201cTell her about Robert\u2019s account.\u201d
\nArthur stiffened.
\n\u201cPatricia, you don\u2019t know the whole story.\u201d
\n\u201cThen tell it.\u201d
\nI turned toward her.
\n\u201cPatricia, what account?\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\n\u201cThe account where the money actually went.\u201d
\nArthur rubbed his forehead.
\n\u201cPeggy, we need independent review of these records. I cannot continue advising you on matters involving my own conduct.\u201d
\nLaura nodded immediately.
\n\u201cFather, that\u2019s right.\u201d
\nBut I wasn\u2019t finished.
\n\u201cArthur, I\u2019m not asking you to represent me right now. I\u2019m asking you to tell me what happened.\u201d
\nHe looked at me for a long moment.
\nThen he said, \u201cThe money was transferred to a company Robert controlled.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cWhat company?\u201d
\n\u201cNorthbridge Holdings.\u201d
\nDaniel frowned.
\n\u201cWas it a real business?\u201d
\n\u201cYes. But Robert used it for investments and private transactions. The account was not supposed to receive that money.\u201d
\nI gripped my walker.
\n\u201cAnd did he give it back?\u201d
\nArthur shook his head.
\n\u201cNot all of it, according to what Walter later discovered.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nThe money.
\nThe documents.
\nThe bridge.
\nThe lies.
\nEverything seemed to lead back to Robert Whitmore.
\n\u201cWhere is Robert now?\u201d I asked.
\nArthur didn\u2019t answer immediately.
\nThen he whispered, \u201cHe died eight years ago.\u201d
\nI felt a bitter laugh rise in my throat.
\n\u201cOf course he did.\u201d
\nEveryone I needed answers from seemed to be dead.
\nWalt.
\nSusan.
\nEleanor.
\nRobert.
\nAnd the people who were still alive had spent years telling me only what they wanted me to hear.
\n\u201cArthur,\u201d I said quietly, \u201cdid Walt know you signed that document?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWas he angry?\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cVery.\u201d
\nI looked down at my wedding ring.
\nFor all those years, Walt had carried the knowledge that his own attorney had helped move money without proper authorization.
\nNo wonder he had hidden records.
\nNo wonder he had feared someone would steal what was supposed to protect me.
\n\u201cWhy did he keep you as his attorney?\u201d I asked.
\nArthur swallowed.
\n\u201cBecause he wanted access to the records and believed I could help recover the money. But he no longer trusted Robert.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cAnd you never told me.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nArthur lowered his head.
\n\u201cI\u2019m deeply sorry, Peggy.\u201d
\nI looked at him for a long time.
\nThen I said, \u201cSorry doesn\u2019t give me back seventeen years.\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d
\nLaura stood.
\n\u201cPeggy, I need to tell you something. Because my father\u2019s actions are now part of this matter, you should have an attorney who is independent of our firm.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWill that cost a fortune?\u201d
\n\u201cWe can help you arrange an initial consultation, but the independent attorney will explain any fees and representation agreement.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\n\u201cAll right.\u201d
\nThen I looked at Arthur.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t want anything destroyed.\u201d
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cOf course not.\u201d
\n\u201cEvery record. Every letter. Every bank statement. Everything Walt gave you.\u201d
\nLaura nodded.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll preserve the materials and cooperate with any appropriate investigation.\u201d
\nI felt a little stronger.
\nThen Patricia suddenly stepped forward.
\n\u201cAunt Peg, there\u2019s something else.\u201d
\nI turned toward her.
\n\u201cWhat now?\u201d
\nShe looked frightened.
\n\u201cRobert wasn\u2019t working alone.\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s face tightened.
\n\u201cPatricia\u2026\u201d
\nShe ignored him.
\n\u201cHe was receiving information from someone inside the family.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cKevin?\u201d
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cNot originally.\u201d
\n\u201cEleanor?\u201d
\n\u201cShe helped with documents, but she wasn\u2019t the person who started it.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d
\nPatricia looked down at her hands.
\nThen she whispered, \u201cMe.\u201d
\nThe room fell silent.
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cYou?\u201d
\nShe nodded, tears gathering in her eyes.
\n\u201cI was helping Robert before Susan found out.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause he promised me money.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cTwenty thousand dollars at first.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\nTwenty thousand dollars.
\nMy niece had helped an outsider obtain information about our family finances for twenty thousand dollars.
\n\u201cAnd what did you do?\u201d I asked.
\nPatricia began crying.
\n\u201cI gave him copies of documents Kevin had brought home. I told him where Walter kept certain papers. I helped arrange meetings.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cDid you know he was taking money?\u201d
\n\u201cNot at the beginning.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd later?\u201d
\nShe nodded miserably.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI felt something inside me turn cold.
\n\u201cThen why didn\u2019t you stop?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause by then I had signed papers and accepted money. Robert threatened to expose me.\u201d
\nDaniel leaned forward.
\n\u201cPatricia, these are serious admissions. You need legal advice, and investigators should assess the documents.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nBut I was looking at her face.
\nFor years, Patricia had called me Aunt Peg.
\nShe had hugged me at Christmas.
\nShe had helped Kevin sort through my husband\u2019s belongings.
\nAnd all that time, she had been hiding her role in something that had almost destroyed my financial security.
\n\u201cPatricia,\u201d I whispered, \u201cdid Susan know?\u201d
\nShe began crying harder.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cShe found some of the payments. She confronted me.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd what did you tell her?\u201d
\nPatricia looked down.
\n\u201cI told her to stay out of it.\u201d
\nI remembered the recording.
\nSusan\u2019s frightened voice.
\nPatricia\u2019s threats.
\nThe night at Miller Bridge.
\n\u201cPatricia,\u201d I said, \u201cwere you there when Susan died?\u201d
\nShe went completely still.
\nThe room seemed to shrink around us.
\nFinally, she nodded.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\n\u201cTell me what happened.\u201d
\nShe looked at Arthur.
\nThen at Laura.
\nThen back at me.
\n\u201cI went there because Robert told me Susan was going to give Walter the financial records.\u201d
\nI gripped the table.
\n\u201cRobert was there too?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI felt cold.
\n\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d
\nPatricia\u2019s voice trembled.
\n\u201cI argued with Susan. I wanted the papers.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Kevin?\u201d
\n\u201cHe was angry. He\u2019d found out she was leaving him.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cDid anyone hurt her?\u201d
\nPatricia began shaking.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t push Susan. I swear I didn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d
\nShe wiped her face.
\n\u201cI saw Kevin grab her arm.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cShe pulled away. Walter stepped between them.\u201d
\nI pictured my husband standing on that dark road, trying to protect a frightened young woman.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cRobert\u2019s car came around the bend. Susan moved backward. I heard tires screech.\u201d
\nHer voice broke.
\n\u201cThen everything happened.\u201d
\nI covered my mouth.
\n\u201cDid Kevin push her?\u201d
\nPatricia shook her head.
\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t see clearly enough to say.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cThen why did you all lie?\u201d
\nShe looked at me through her tears.
\n\u201cBecause Kevin panicked. Robert said the investigation would expose the financial documents. Eleanor begged everyone not to ruin the family.\u201d
\nI felt physically sick.
\nSo many people had been more concerned about money and reputations than about Susan.
\n\u201cWhat did you tell the police?\u201d I asked.
\nPatricia lowered her head.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t tell them I was at the bridge.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t speak.
\n\u201cYou weren\u2019t mentioned in the investigation?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Eleanor?\u201d
\n\u201cNeither was she.\u201d
\nArthur leaned forward.
\n\u201cPatricia, you need to provide an accurate account to investigators, with legal counsel if you choose. This cannot be resolved by discussing it privately.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cI understand.\u201d
\nThen Patricia looked at me.
\n\u201cAunt Peg, I know you hate me.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cHate isn\u2019t the word.\u201d
\nHer face crumpled.
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\nI felt tears roll down my cheeks.
\n\u201cDisappointed.\u201d
\nShe began sobbing.
\n\u201cBecause I helped raise you,\u201d I whispered. \u201cAnd somewhere along the way, you decided money mattered more than the people who loved you.\u201d
\nPatricia covered her face.
\nI looked away.
\nI had no strength left to comfort her.
\nJust then, Daniel\u2019s phone buzzed.
\nHe glanced at the screen.
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cMrs. Larson, it\u2019s Kevin.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat does he want?\u201d
\nDaniel read the message.
\nThen he looked at Patricia.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s asking whether she\u2019s here.\u201d
\nPatricia went pale.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t answer.\u201d
\nDaniel frowned.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nShe looked terrified.
\n\u201cBecause he\u2019s been looking for me since last night.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cWhat happened last night?\u201d
\nPatricia swallowed.
\n\u201cHe opened Susan\u2019s blue lockbox.\u201d
\nI nodded slowly.
\n\u201cYou told us.\u201d
\n\u201cBut I didn\u2019t tell you everything.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat else was inside?\u201d
\nShe reached into her handbag.
\nThen stopped.
\n\u201cBefore I show you, I need you to understand something.\u201d
\nMy patience finally snapped.
\n\u201cPatricia, I am seventy-nine years old. I broke my hip. My son sold my car, kept the money, and tried to have me declared incapable. I have spent two days discovering that almost everyone I trusted has lied to me.\u201d
\nMy voice trembled.
\n\u201cStop telling me what I need to understand. Just tell me the truth.\u201d
\nPatricia stared at me.
\nThen she slowly unzipped her handbag.
\nShe removed a small black object wrapped in a handkerchief.
\nIt was a portable audio recorder.
\nOld.
\nScratched.
\nWith a cracked plastic cover.
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\nPatricia looked at Emily.
\n\u201cSusan\u2019s recorder.\u201d
\nEmily leaned forward.
\n\u201cI thought she used cassette tapes.\u201d
\n\u201cShe did. But she also borrowed this from someone.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nPatricia swallowed.
\n\u201cRobert.\u201d
\nArthur stiffened.
\n\u201cMy brother?\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cHe gave it to Susan to record conversations about the financial documents. He thought she might help him identify who had copies.\u201d
\nI stared at the device.
\n\u201cWhy would Robert help Susan if he was stealing money?\u201d
\nPatricia looked down.
\n\u201cBecause he was trying to protect himself. He was afraid Kevin would expose his role.\u201d
\nI felt dizzy.
\nEveryone had been using everyone else.
\nNobody had been telling the truth.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cKevin found the recorder in the lockbox last night. He tried to erase what was on it.\u201d
\nDaniel leaned forward.
\n\u201cDid he succeed?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cHow do you know?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I took it before he could finish.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nShe began crying again.
\n\u201cBecause I finally listened to it.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nArthur leaned forward.
\n\u201cWhat did you hear?\u201d
\nPatricia\u2019s lips trembled.
\n\u201cSomething Susan recorded on the night she died.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cAnother recording?\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cThe sound is terrible. But you can hear people arguing.\u201d
\nI gripped my walker.
\n\u201cCan you hear Kevin?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cRobert?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cPatricia, can you hear yourself?\u201d
\nShe closed her eyes.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cThen why did you bring it here?\u201d
\nShe looked directly at me.
\n\u201cBecause there\u2019s a voice on it that none of us expected.\u201d
\nArthur frowned.
\n\u201cWhose?\u201d
\nPatricia shook her head.
\n\u201cListen.\u201d
\nLaura immediately spoke.
\n\u201cWe should preserve the device and avoid changing anything on it. A qualified examiner can recover and assess the recording.\u201d
\nPatricia nodded.
\n\u201cI made a copy last night before I left.\u201d
\nShe handed Laura a small drive.
\nLaura placed it on the table without connecting it.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll arrange proper handling,\u201d she said.
\nBut Patricia looked at me.
\n\u201cAunt Peg, I heard enough to know Kevin has been lying about one very important thing.\u201d
\nMy heart hammered.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe swallowed.
\n\u201cWho Susan was speaking to when she called for help.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWalt?\u201d
\nPatricia shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d
\nShe looked toward the doorway.
\nAnd for the first time, I saw genuine terror in her eyes.
\n\u201cThe person who answered Susan\u2019s call was someone who knew Kevin\u2019s financial secrets.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cArthur?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cRobert?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cPatricia, who was it?\u201d
\nShe opened her mouth.
\nBut before she could answer, a loud crash came from the hallway.
\nEveryone jumped.
\nLaura hurried toward the door.
\nA man was shouting at the receptionist.
\n\u201cI know she\u2019s here!\u201d
\nMy blood turned cold.
\nKevin.
\nMy son.
\nThe man who had sold my car while I lay in a hospital bed.
\nThe man who wanted control of my money.
\nThe man I had spent fifty-two years loving.
\nHis voice grew louder.
\n\u201cTell Patricia to come out!\u201d
\nArthur stood.
\n\u201cLaura, call building security.\u201d
\nDaniel moved closer to my chair.
\nPatricia began shaking uncontrollably.
\nThen Kevin shouted something that made the entire room go silent.
\n\u201cYOU THINK THAT RECORDING PROVES ANYTHING? PLAY THE WHOLE THING!\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nHe knew.
\nKevin knew exactly what Patricia had brought.
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cPatricia,\u201d I whispered, \u201cwhat\u2019s on that recording?\u201d
\nShe began crying.
\nThen she said something I will never forget.
\n\u201cAUNT PEG, SUSAN DIDN\u2019T CALL WALT FIRST THAT NIGHT.\u201d<\/strong>
\nI gripped the table.
\n\u201cWho did she call?\u201d
\nPatricia looked directly at me.
\nHer voice was barely audible.
\n\u201cSHE CALLED YOU.\u201d<\/strong>
\nThe room seemed to disappear.
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cMe?\u201d
\nPatricia nodded.
\n\u201cAnd someone answered your telephone.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nTears streamed down her face.
\nThen she whispered the words that made my entire body go cold.
\n\u201cTHE PERSON WHO ANSWERED PRETENDED TO BE YOU.\u201d<\/strong>
\nI couldn\u2019t move.
\nBecause suddenly, I remembered something from seventeen years ago.
\nA night when I had taken cold medicine and gone to bed early.
\nA night when Eleanor had stayed at my house.
\nA night when my sister told me the telephone hadn\u2019t rung once.
\nAnd now I understood why Walt had spent the rest of his life searching for the truth.
\nEND OF PART 10 \u2014 TO BE CONTINUED\u2026
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