The first officer through the ballroom doors did not rush.<\/p>\n
That almost made his arrival worse.<\/p>\n
He walked with the measured calm of someone who expected the room to make way for him, one hand resting near his belt, his eyes moving from Martin Sanders to Diane, then to Arthur on the stage. Two other officers followed several steps behind.<\/p>\n
The guests nearest the entrance began whispering first.<\/p>\n
By the time the officers reached the center aisle, the whispers had spread across the ballroom in waves.<\/p>\n
Arthur lowered his microphone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDiane,\u201d he said quietly, \u201ccome down.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stayed where she was.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis has gone far enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
One of the officers stopped below the stage.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur Reynolds?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur looked down at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m Officer Malik. We need to speak with you regarding an attempted property transfer and suspected identity fraud.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words carried through the ballroom even without amplification.<\/p>\n
Arthur glanced at the guests, the photographers and the giant projection of Lily\u2019s graduation portrait behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is a family misunderstanding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, it isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re Mr. Sanders?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. I contacted your department and provided the preliminary recording and property documentation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s gaze snapped toward Sanders.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou provided what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane watched the control drain out of her father\u2019s posture one small piece at a time.<\/p>\n
Not completely.<\/p>\n
Arthur was too practiced for that.<\/p>\n
He straightened his jacket.<\/p>\n
Then he looked toward the ballroom doors.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is my wife?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
Lily was still onstage.<\/p>\n
She had gone very pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Arthur turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis doesn\u2019t concern you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
The sentence sounded familiar even to Diane.<\/p>\n
It was how Arthur spoke whenever someone asked a question whose answer he wanted to own.<\/p>\n
Lily took another step away from him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used money for my plans?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s jaw flexed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not what Diane said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is exactly what she said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn\u2019t understand the finances.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane almost laughed.<\/p>\n
He was still doing it.<\/p>\n
Even now.<\/p>\n
Turning facts into matters she supposedly lacked the sophistication to understand.<\/p>\n
Officer Malik motioned toward a quieter side room.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Reynolds, we should continue this conversation privately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur looked around the ballroom.<\/p>\n
The audience he had assembled for his own performance was now watching him lose control of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
He stepped off the stage.<\/p>\n
Before following the officers, he turned toward Diane.<\/p>\n
His voice was low enough that only those nearby could hear.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have no idea what you\u2019ve done.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane folded her mother\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m starting to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur stared at her for a long second.<\/p>\n
Then he walked away.<\/p>\n
The room remained silent until the side door closed.<\/p>\n
After that, conversation erupted.<\/p>\n
Guests clustered around one another.<\/p>\n
Several took out their phones.<\/p>\n
One photographer approached Diane, then stopped when Sanders lifted a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now.\u201d<\/p>\n
The photographer backed away.<\/p>\n
Lily remained motionless beneath the lights.<\/p>\n
Diane looked at her.<\/p>\n
For years, she had imagined what it would feel like if Lily ever saw their family clearly.<\/p>\n
She had thought there might be satisfaction in it.<\/p>\n
There wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Lily looked as though the floor beneath her had disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom know?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
Diane hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was at the notary office.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily shut her eyes.<\/p>\n
It seemed to hurt physically.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mom was there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith the girl pretending to be you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily lowered herself into one of the stage chairs.<\/p>\n
Diane walked toward her.<\/p>\n
Lily stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought she left because she was checking something for the auction.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she tell that girl?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told her she was helping with a family matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd paid her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith whose money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer was more honest than anything Diane could have invented.<\/p>\n
Lily rubbed both hands over her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t ask for any of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily looked at her sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I liked being the one everyone compared you to?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane\u2019s first impulse was anger.<\/p>\n
Years of private tutors.<\/p>\n
Trips.<\/p>\n
Praise.<\/p>\n
New clothes.<\/p>\n
Rooms full of congratulations.<\/p>\n
Then she saw the tears standing in Lily\u2019s eyes and held her answer.<\/p>\n
Lily continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery time I did something good, Mom made sure you heard about it. Every time you did something good, she turned it into a competition.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean you stopped her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was a kid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo was I.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words landed hard.<\/p>\n
Lily nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n
No argument.<\/p>\n
No excuse.<\/p>\n
Just that.<\/p>\n
Diane had not expected it.<\/p>\n
Susan climbed onto the stage.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe officers want to speak with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth of you, separately.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily looked frightened.<\/p>\n
Susan softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not in trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause being related to people who make terrible decisions isn\u2019t a crime.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily gave a broken little laugh.<\/p>\n
Susan turned to Diane.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol still hasn\u2019t come back.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
Diane looked toward Sanders.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo they know where she is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re trying to locate her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould she leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe can attempt to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane thought of Emily.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Emily still at the notary office?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. An officer is taking her statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough to make this very serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane followed Officer Malik into a private conference room adjoining the ballroom.<\/p>\n
He placed a small recorder on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is voluntary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can stop at any point.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane nodded.<\/p>\n
He began with the morning exam result.<\/p>\n
Then the overheard conversation.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur\u2019s documents.<\/p>\n
Diane answered carefully.<\/p>\n
She described the blank signature line.<\/p>\n
Her father\u2019s threat to make her leave if she refused.<\/p>\n
The nighttime recording.<\/p>\n
The substitute.<\/p>\n
The notary office.<\/p>\n
The fake identification.<\/p>\n
When she finished, Officer Malik leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re certain your father knew an impersonator might be used?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard him discussing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the recording?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd this recording was made inside the home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you part of the conversation?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders, sitting beside her, interjected carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll address admissibility later. For investigative purposes, it establishes substantial context and can lead to independently verifiable evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Diane again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did your father say when you asked who owned the property?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe avoided answering at first. Then he said my mother had structured assets in my name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he told you there was already a buyer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s important.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if negotiations occurred before you consented, there may be communications showing intent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sanders added, \u201cThere will also be records from the attorney retained for the transfer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane thought about the attorney who had fled the notary room the moment he realized what Carol had done.<\/p>\n
\u201cWill that lawyer talk?\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik\u2019s expression was dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he believes someone used his firm to commit fraud, very likely.\u201d<\/p>\n
The door opened.<\/p>\n
One of the other officers stepped inside.<\/p>\n
He spoke quietly to Malik.<\/p>\n
Diane caught only two words.<\/p>\n
\u201cHotel garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcuse me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stepped into the hallway.<\/p>\n
Diane looked at Sanders.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan appeared through the doorway seconds later.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey found Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDownstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she leaving?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith luggage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Just her purse and phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
That somehow made it worse.<\/p>\n
Carol had not fled the city.<\/p>\n
She had simply tried to escape the immediate consequences long enough to decide what story to tell next.<\/p>\n
Diane walked into the ballroom corridor.<\/p>\n
Guests had begun leaving in clusters.<\/p>\n
Hotel employees were quietly removing champagne glasses from abandoned tables.<\/p>\n
The celebration had collapsed so completely that the decorations now looked absurd.<\/p>\n
Gold balloons.<\/p>\n
White roses.<\/p>\n
A banner reading CONGRATULATIONS, LILY.<\/p>\n
At the far end of the corridor, officers escorted Carol from the elevators.<\/p>\n
Her posture was rigid.<\/p>\n
Her hair was still perfect.<\/p>\n
When she saw Diane, she stopped.<\/p>\n
The officer beside her gently urged her forward.<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s voice was low.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou planned this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou humiliated us deliberately.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hired someone to steal my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know the first thing about what that property has cost this family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t your property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe raised you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane felt the old reflex stir.<\/p>\n
The instinct to defend herself.<\/p>\n
To explain that she had never asked for special treatment.<\/p>\n
To list the ways she had tried to make herself smaller in that house.<\/p>\n
She let the reflex pass.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make my inheritance yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol stepped closer before the officer stopped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think your mother was some saint?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane froze.<\/p>\n
Carol saw it.<\/p>\n
And for the first time that night, she smiled.<\/p>\n
Not warmly.<\/p>\n
Strategically.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe kept things from you too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan moved forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cBe careful, Carol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Diane deserves truth, doesn\u2019t she?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane held her ground.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did my mother hide?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol looked past her.<\/p>\n
Arthur had emerged from the side room under escort.<\/p>\n
His face changed the moment he heard the question.<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
One word.<\/p>\n
Warning.<\/p>\n
Carol looked at him.<\/p>\n
Something passed between them.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Anger.<\/p>\n
Calculation.<\/p>\n
Arthur said again, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He ignored her.<\/p>\n
Carol gave a short laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cLook at him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarol.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wants to know why Eleanor protected the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane felt Susan\u2019s hand touch her elbow.<\/p>\n
Arthur took one step forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik intervened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Reynolds, step back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s expression had become almost reckless.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou spent ten years making her think Eleanor was protecting her from you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re making this worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane\u2019s heartbeat accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother didn\u2019t create that arrangement only because she distrusted Arthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Carol said, \u201cBecause she believed someone inside her own family had already tried to take the house once.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan went still.<\/p>\n
Diane turned.<\/p>\n
Her aunt\u2019s face had lost all color.<\/p>\n
That frightened her more than Carol\u2019s accusation.<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan looked at Carol.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol smiled again.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
Diane looked between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho tried to take it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan\u2019s hand fell from Diane\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n
Arthur said, \u201cThis is not the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik stepped between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever happened years ago can be discussed after we finish tonight\u2019s statements.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane barely heard him.<\/p>\n
She looked at Susan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Mom thought somebody else was after the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane felt something inside her shift.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know if she was right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan stared toward the ballroom.<\/p>\n
Then back at Diane.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane blinked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour uncle Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane had heard the name only a handful of times.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer.<\/p>\n
Eleanor and Susan\u2019s older brother.<\/p>\n
The brother nobody talked about.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s dead,\u201d Diane said.<\/p>\n
Susan\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur looked sharply at her.<\/p>\n
Carol\u2019s smile vanished.<\/p>\n
Diane felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, no?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan took a breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel disappeared from our lives after your mother became ill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t the same as dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur does.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every eye turned toward Diane\u2019s father.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s expression became unreadable.<\/p>\n
Diane stepped toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know where Uncle Daniel is?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur did not answer.<\/p>\n
She saw it immediately.<\/p>\n
The hesitation.<\/p>\n
The same pause he had made when she asked who owned the Pasadena house.<\/p>\n
A silence more revealing than words.<\/p>\n
Officer Malik looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Reynolds?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s jaw clenched.<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t spoken to Daniel Mercer in years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Carol said, \u201cThat isn\u2019t what she asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned on her.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik raised a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur looked away.<\/p>\n
Diane understood that whatever had started with forged transfer papers was not confined to tonight.<\/p>\n
The house had been contested before she was old enough to understand ownership.<\/p>\n
Her mother had known it.<\/p>\n
Susan had known pieces.<\/p>\n
Arthur knew more.<\/p>\n
And Daniel Mercer, a man Diane had believed was effectively gone forever, was suddenly connected to the one thing everyone had been lying about.<\/p>\n
Officer Malik instructed Arthur and Carol to remain separated.<\/p>\n
Diane stepped back toward Sanders.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do we do about Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe verify everything before assuming Carol told the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Dad reacted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did Susan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw that too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane glanced toward her aunt.<\/p>\n
Susan stood alone beside the ballroom doors.<\/p>\n
For the first time since this began, Diane was not certain Susan had told her everything.<\/p>\n
That realization hurt.<\/p>\n
Not like Arthur\u2019s betrayal.<\/p>\n
Something quieter.<\/p>\n
Because Susan had been the person she ran toward when the rest of the family became impossible.<\/p>\n
Diane approached her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you known Daniel might be alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan looked at the carpet.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlways.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me he was gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said he was out of our lives.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me think he was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan finally looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mother asked me to.\u201d<\/p>\n
The ballroom seemed suddenly very far away.<\/p>\n
Diane\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom asked you to lie to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked me not to bring Daniel back into your life.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you make it the same thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I was afraid if you knew he existed, you\u2019d look for him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I was afraid you\u2019d find him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane stared at her aunt.<\/p>\n
The police investigation behind them no longer felt like the only danger.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan looked at the wooden box still tucked under her arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere may be an answer in your mother\u2019s papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane followed her gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe missing document?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly happened between Mom and Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan took a breath.<\/p>\n
Then Officer Malik called Diane\u2019s name from across the corridor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found something in your father\u2019s phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s head snapped up.<\/p>\n
Carol turned.<\/p>\n
Diane looked at the officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Malik held a sealed evidence bag containing Arthur\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cA recent message thread with a contact saved only as D.M.\u201d<\/p>\n
Susan whispered, \u201cDaniel Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Officer Malik nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe last message was sent this afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
Diane felt the entire shape of the night widen again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Malik glanced toward Arthur.<\/p>\n
Then back at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father wrote: She turns over Magnolia tonight. After that, you get what we agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s face went rigid.<\/p>\n
Diane stared at him.<\/p>\n
The house had not been meant only to finance Lily.<\/p>\n
Someone else had been waiting for a share.<\/p>\n
Someone connected to her mother.<\/p>\n
Someone her father had secretly remained in contact with for years.<\/p>\n
And whatever agreement Arthur had made with Daniel Mercer was supposed to be completed tonight.<\/p>\n
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