Patrice moved before any of us did.<\/p>\n
She crossed the room, pulled the blinds closed, and told Marlene to step away from the windows.<\/p>\n
Elaine gathered the documents into neat stacks without hurrying. Her calm irritated me until I realized it was deliberate.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is in the truck?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo idea,\u201d Patrice said.<\/p>\n
\u201cDale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I reached for the curtain.<\/p>\n
She caught my wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to see.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey can already see the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what's the difference?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe difference is whether they know we've noticed them.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse beat in my throat.<\/p>\n
Marlene whispered, \u201cI'm calling the police.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think we're in danger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think an unknown person is sitting outside after Dale texted you about documents in this house.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am done treating coincidences generously.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene called.<\/p>\n
The truck pulled away before officers arrived.<\/p>\n
Of course it did.<\/p>\n
She had managed to get part of the license plate.<\/p>\n
The police took a report and told us to call if the vehicle returned.<\/p>\n
One officer glanced at the boxes.<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily dispute?\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
After they left, Patrice said the documents were coming with us.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo your office?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you just take Daniel's things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot permanently. We'll inventory and copy what matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene looked relieved.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want them here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither did I.<\/p>\n
We loaded the boxes into Elaine's car.<\/p>\n
I drove separately with Patrice.<\/p>\n
Halfway back to Macon, she received a call.<\/p>\n
I knew from her expression that something had changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d she said. \u201cSend me the address.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then, \u201cDon't contact him yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
She hung up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine found a name in the Harbor Seven records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA former bookkeeper.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Dale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Martin Keene.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands tightened around the steering wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The question had slipped out before I could stop it.<\/p>\n
I hated what it revealed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRaymond Ellis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWarner Robins.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan we talk to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does possibly mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt means we do not arrive at someone's house accusing people of financial crimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe ask whether he is willing to speak.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToday.\u201d<\/p>\n
I glanced at the clock.<\/p>\n
\u201cToday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnless you'd prefer to wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond Ellis lived in a one-story brick house behind a line of pine trees.<\/p>\n
He was seventy-one, thin, and walked with a cane.<\/p>\n
When he opened the door and saw Patrice, he immediately said, \u201cI don't buy anything at the door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe aren't selling anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're Carol Harris.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every hair on my arms rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared for two seconds too long.<\/p>\n
Then he opened the door wider.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome in.\u201d<\/p>\n
The living room smelled of coffee and furniture polish.<\/p>\n
Raymond lowered himself into a recliner and pointed us toward the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
He studied Patrice.<\/p>\n
\u201cLawyer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cTook long enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond rubbed one hand over his knee.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't know any of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
It wasn't a question.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name owns Harris Construction Holdings.\u201d<\/p>\n
He gave a dry laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's one way to put it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat way would you put it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat your husband spent twelve years treating you like a signature with a Social Security number.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice said, \u201cMr. Ellis, we should be careful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI've been careful for eleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHasn't improved my sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came to Martin's office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo ask questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat questions?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout your husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe'd like whatever you remember, but please distinguish what you personally saw from what others told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really are a lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond began slowly.<\/p>\n
He had worked for Martin Keene for fourteen years. Payroll, reconciliations, account reports, client books.<\/p>\n
Dale had been one of Martin's larger clients.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris Roofing made good money,\u201d Raymond said.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow good?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter than Dale told people.\u201d<\/p>\n
My jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
Raymond continued.<\/p>\n
When lawsuits and insurance claims increased, Martin helped Dale create holding structures.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part wasn't unusual,\u201d he said. \u201cPlenty of businesses separate operating risk from property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the company in my name was legal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe structure could have been.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould have.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe problem was control.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat control?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDale controlled accounts that legally belonged to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave him authority.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome authority.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond rubbed his thumb against the handle of his cane.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe began signing for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI first noticed about eleven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Daniel died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice asked, \u201cDid you personally see Mr. Harris sign Mrs. Harris's name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin's office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWeek after the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was he signing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond looked directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarbor Seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room tilted.<\/p>\n
Patrice asked, \u201cAre you certain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember because Martin told him the signature needed to match the earlier formation papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I whispered, \u201cHe practiced it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
The room was suddenly too small.<\/p>\n
Patrice did not stop me this time.<\/p>\n
I walked to the window and stared at Raymond's backyard.<\/p>\n
Bird feeder.<\/p>\n
Old fence.<\/p>\n
Brown grass.<\/p>\n
Normal things.<\/p>\n
Behind me, Patrice continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond's voice was quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told myself Martin was the accountant, Dale was the client, and maybe Carol had authorized it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel had been there three days before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned around.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was furious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't remember exact words.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe accused Dale and Martin of using your company to hide debt.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Dale there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll three?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the outer office.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShouting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel said he had given Dale one week to tell you everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne week.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many days later did he die?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond's face told me before he answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence filled the room.<\/p>\n
Patrice said carefully, \u201cMr. Ellis, what do you know about Daniel Mercer's death?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard heart attack.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone say anything unusual?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAny threats?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't hear any.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the arm of the sofa.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why didn't you contact me afterward?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I'm a coward.\u201d<\/p>\n
The simplicity of his answer hurt.<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd because Martin paid me to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cForty thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeverance.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice said, \u201cWas it really severance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you expected to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep company matters confidential.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you sign an agreement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed with his cane toward a small desk.<\/p>\n
Bottom drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside was a folder.<\/p>\n
Raymond handed it to Patrice.<\/p>\n
The agreement was dated two weeks after Daniel's death.<\/p>\n
Forty thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
Confidentiality concerning Harris clients, Harbor Seven, and associated entities.<\/p>\n
I read Dale's name.<\/p>\n
Martin's.<\/p>\n
Mine.<\/p>\n
My name was everywhere.<\/p>\n
Yet no one had spoken to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you talking now?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Raymond looked tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Daniel came to me before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked me for copies of records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you give them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTransfers. Partnership ledgers. Signature cards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he said Dale was going to leave you holding the debt.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Raymond looked toward Patrice.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said the assets would disappear first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Patrice answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf the valuable property moved out of your company while liabilities stayed behind, you could be left owning an empty shell that still owed money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe divorce.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Patrice said.<\/p>\n
Everything aligned.<\/p>\n
Dale preparing papers.<\/p>\n
The forged guarantee.<\/p>\n
The boat.<\/p>\n
The girlfriend.<\/p>\n
The escape fund.<\/p>\n
He was not merely planning to leave me.<\/p>\n
He was preparing what I would be left with.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to the copies Daniel took?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Raymond shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere they in the boxes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice said, \u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel said he had another place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat place?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe called it the red file.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he say where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Another clue.<\/p>\n
Another secret.<\/p>\n
Then Raymond said, \u201cThere is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patrice and I both looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Daniel died, Dale came to Martin's office alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDay before the funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA key.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel's office.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Martin have Daniel's office key?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cDale thought I did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe searched Daniel's desk at Martin's office.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel had a desk there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA temporary one. He'd been reviewing records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dale take?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI only saw one thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA red folder.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
My heartbeat became loud.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said Daniel called something the red file.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Dale took a red folder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Dale still has it, probably somewhere he thought you'd never look.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat could be anywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel told him where he'd hidden copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou heard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPart of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Daniel say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Raymond closed his eyes, trying to remember.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said, \u2018If anything happens, Carol will find what she needs where you never bother to look.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dale say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe laughed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he said there was nowhere in your house he didn't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind moved through twenty-six years of rooms.<\/p>\n
Kitchen.<\/p>\n
Garage.<\/p>\n
Attic.<\/p>\n
Closets.<\/p>\n
Dale knew every corner.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered one place he never entered willingly.<\/p>\n
My salon.<\/p>\n
He hated the smell of color chemicals.<\/p>\n
Hated waiting.<\/p>\n
Hated \u201cwomen's chatter,\u201d as he called it.<\/p>\n
Daniel had helped me renovate the salon twelve years ago.<\/p>\n
He built the storage cabinet behind my station himself.<\/p>\n
A cabinet Dale had never opened.<\/p>\n
I stood so quickly Patrice looked up in alarm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know where Daniel put it.\u201d<\/p>\n
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