The next morning, Detective Ortiz asked me to come to the station. Richard Bell had provided additional information about the old company, and the investigators wanted to compare it with the records recovered from Dad's safe.
I arrived with Samuel and Nora. Melissa stayed behind at the hotel, saying she couldn't bear to hear another story about her family.
In the interview room, Ortiz spread several documents across the table. One was an old corporate agreement. Another was a bank statement showing a transfer of funds from the original company to an account registered under Richard's name.
“This transfer is the reason Walter bought Richard out,” she explained. “But the amount doesn't match the figure in the settlement agreement.”
“How much is missing?” Samuel asked.
“Approximately nine hundred thousand dollars, adjusted for the period we're examining.”
I looked at the statement. “Did Richard steal it?”
“We haven't established that. Richard says it was a legitimate payment for work he performed before leaving the company. Walter's records describe it as an unauthorized withdrawal.”
The difference between those explanations was enormous. If Richard had taken the money unlawfully, Dad's suspicion made sense. If the payment was legitimate, then the story of their falling-out might have been far less straightforward.
Ortiz showed us a handwritten ledger. Several entries had been crossed out, and a line near the bottom carried a notation in Dad's handwriting.
Outstanding balance — R.B.
Beside it was a smaller note.
Review with D.D. before closing.
I recognized the initials immediately.
“Diane Dalton?”
Ortiz nodded. “Your mother-in-law worked as a bookkeeper for one of the companies associated with the original partnership.”
I stared at the page.
“Mark never told me that.”
“Did your father know she was involved with the accounts?”
Samuel examined the ledger. “He must have. The note is in his handwriting.”
The discovery changed the way I viewed Diane's involvement. She hadn't simply married into the family through Mark. She had been connected to Dad's business history decades before our wedding.
Ortiz explained that Diane had worked for the company for only a short period. She left shortly after the dispute between Walter and Richard became public within their business circle. There was no evidence that she had participated in the alleged missing transfer, but her name appeared in several accounting records.
“Why would she help Mark now?” I asked.
“That's what we're trying to determine.”
A detective entered with a message. Diane had agreed to a formal interview.
We were not permitted to attend, but Ortiz promised to tell us which parts of her account could be shared.
While we waited, Samuel called an accountant who had handled Dad's commercial properties for years. He asked the man to examine the old company records and identify any outstanding obligations that could affect the estate.
The accountant called back less than an hour later.
There was an unresolved claim connected to the original business. It had never been formally pursued because Richard had vanished. The claim concerned a warehouse property that had been transferred between affiliated companies shortly before the partnership ended.
The warehouse had since been sold.
The proceeds had gone into a holding account.
And the account had never been fully reconciled.
Samuel looked at me over his glasses.
“Your father may have been keeping this unresolved claim separate from his personal estate.”
“Could Richard claim the money?”
“Possibly, if he can prove the original transaction was improper.”
I rubbed my forehead. “So my inheritance could be tied up in a lawsuit?”
“Not necessarily. We need to understand the ownership structure first.”
That afternoon, we returned to the hotel. Melissa was sitting on the floor beside her bed, surrounded by old photographs and documents she had taken from her mother's house.
“I found something,” she said.
She handed me a small notebook with a faded red cover.
The first pages contained ordinary household expenses. Grocery lists, utility bills, birthday reminders. Then the entries changed.
There were dates, amounts, and initials.
Richard — 12,000.
M.D. — 8,500.
M.H. — 25,000.
The final entry was dated the week before Dad died.
Transfer pending after Walter's death.
I felt my throat tighten.
“Where did you find this?”
“In my mother's desk. It was hidden behind a drawer.”
Melissa turned the notebook over. A small envelope had been taped to the back cover. Inside was a photograph of Diane standing beside Richard in front of a restaurant.
It was the same restaurant shown in Dad's investigator's report.
On the back, someone had written:
We finish this when the old man is gone.
Melissa began to cry.
“I thought she was just helping Mark. I didn't know she'd been doing this for years.”
I sat beside her.
“Did she ever mention Richard?”
“No. Not once.”
“Did she talk about Dad?”
“Only when she wanted to criticize him.”
Melissa wiped her face.
“She always said he was controlling, that he treated everyone like employees. I thought she was just angry because he never liked Mark.”
I remembered Dad's careful silence whenever Diane was mentioned. He had never insulted her. He had simply changed the subject.
Now I wondered whether he had known far more than he ever told me.
Nora photographed the notebook and arranged for it to be delivered to Detective Ortiz. The original stayed with us until the investigators could document the chain of custody.
That evening, Ortiz called with the results of Diane's interview.
Diane admitted meeting Richard several times during the previous year. She said he had approached her with documents relating to the old business dispute. She claimed he promised to compensate her for money she believed Walter had withheld from her decades earlier.
“Did she admit receiving payments?” I asked.
“Yes. She says Richard paid her for consulting work.”
“How much?”
“More than a hundred thousand dollars.”
The number seemed almost unreal.
Ortiz added that Diane denied knowing about Mark's forged agreement until shortly before Dad died. She also denied involvement in the ventilator incident.
“Do you believe her?”
“Belief isn't the issue. We need corroboration.”
Before hanging up, she warned us not to contact Diane or Mark directly. Their accounts were inconsistent, and the investigation was becoming more complicated.
I spent the next several hours reviewing Dad's old correspondence. One letter, dated twenty years earlier, stood out.
It was addressed to Diane.
Dad had written that he knew she had been meeting with Richard and that he wanted her to stop. He said the old dispute was over and that dragging it into the next generation would only hurt people who had never been involved.
At the bottom, he had added:
You were there when the books were changed. You know what really happened.
I read the line again.
What had been changed?
And who had changed them?
The following morning, Samuel received a call from the accountant. He had found a second set of financial records stored in a commercial archive. The files were from the year Richard disappeared.
Several transactions appeared to have been entered twice. Others had been reversed without explanation. One account showed a payment to a company that no longer existed.
The company name was unfamiliar.
But the address was the same as Mark's former employer.
I stared at the paper.
“That's impossible. Mark wasn't even born when these records were created.”
Samuel frowned.
“The company itself was dissolved decades ago. Someone may have reused the address or the business name.”
Nora examined the filing history.
The company had been reactivated under a new registration seven years earlier.
Its director was Mark Dalton.
The room fell silent.
I thought of the termination letter, the expense investigation, the family company, and the old partnership records.
Mark hadn't simply stumbled into a plan to take my inheritance.
He had been operating through a business structure that might have roots in my father's original dispute.
Samuel closed the file.
“We need to find out whether this is a coincidence or something deliberate.”
I looked at the company registration.
The address was familiar.
It was the same office building where Mark had claimed to meet his financial adviser.
And now I had a reason to wonder whether that adviser had ever existed.
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