PART 3 \u2014 THE NAME ON THE ACCOUNT
\nThe name printed beneath ACCOUNT HOLDER was my father\u2019s.
\nEDWARD BENNETT.
\nFor several seconds, the ballroom disappeared around me.
\nI could hear voices, chairs moving, someone whispering my name, but all I could see were those two words.
\nMy father.
\nThe man who had suffered a stroke eight months earlier.
\nThe man whose hands sometimes shook so badly he couldn\u2019t button his own shirt.
\nThe man who had trusted Derek enough to call him \u201cthe son I never had.\u201d
\nI looked up.
\n\u201cYou targeted my father?\u201d
\nDerek shook his head immediately.
\n\u201cNo. Claire, you don\u2019t understand.\u201d
\nThomas Grant stepped between us.
\n\u201cThen explain it.\u201d
\nDerek ignored him.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
His eyes stayed on me.
\n\u201cYour father asked me to help him.\u201d
\n\u201cWith what?\u201d
\n\u201cHis finances.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s a lie.\u201d
\n\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d
\nI stared at the document again.
\nThe transfer scheduled for Monday was $640,000.
\nNot to Derek directly.
\nTo an investment company called Northstar Strategic Holdings.
\nI had never heard of it.
\n\u201cWho owns Northstar?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nI looked at Thomas.
\nHe didn\u2019t need to speak.
\nHis eyes moved toward Patricia.
\nMy stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d
\nPatricia was crying silently now.
\nI turned toward her.
\n\u201cPatricia?\u201d
\nShe covered her mouth.
\nDerek snapped, \u201cDon\u2019t answer her.\u201d
\nThat confirmed it.
\nI walked toward Patricia.
\n\u201cWho owns Northstar?\u201d
\nHer shoulders shook.
\n\u201cClaire, please.\u201d
\n\u201cWho owns it?\u201d
\nShe looked at her son.
\nThen at me.
\nFinally, she whispered, \u201cI do.\u201d
\nThe ballroom erupted.
\nPeople began talking all at once.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Derek\u2019s uncle stood from his table.
\nSomeone near the back said, \u201cWhat the hell?\u201d
\nPatricia buried her face in her hands.
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cYou own the company receiving my father\u2019s money?\u201d
\n\u201cIt wasn\u2019t supposed to happen like this.\u201d
\nDerek slammed his palm against a table.
\n\u201cMom!\u201d
\nShe flinched.
\nI noticed.
\nSo did everyone else.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t you dare blame me,\u201d Patricia shouted suddenly.
\nDerek froze.
\nHer voice cracked.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said nobody would get hurt.\u201d
\nA chill moved through me.
\n\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d
\nPatricia looked at me.
\n\u201cHe said your father wanted to restructure his estate before his health got worse.\u201d
\n\u201cMy father has an estate attorney.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cHe has had the same attorney for twenty-seven years.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why would Derek need to move his money?\u201d
\nPatricia couldn\u2019t answer.
\nThomas could.
\n\u201cBecause Edward Bennett never authorized the transfer.\u201d
\nMy hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I looked down at the paperwork.
\nThere it was.
\nMy father\u2019s signature.
\nExcept something about it was wrong.
\nDad\u2019s signature had changed after his stroke.
\nThe letters had become smaller.
\nUneven.
\nThis signature looked exactly like the one he used years ago.
\nBefore the stroke.
\n\u201cYou forged this.\u201d
\nDerek laughed nervously.
\n\u201cDo you hear yourself?\u201d
\nI raised the document.
\n\u201cThis isn\u2019t my father\u2019s current signature.\u201d
\n\u201cIt came from paperwork he signed.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat paperwork?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThomas opened his folder.
\n\u201cWe believe the signature was copied from a property document Mr. Bennett signed four years ago.\u201d
\nA woman gasped.
\nI recognized the voice.
\nMy aunt Rebecca.
\nDad\u2019s younger sister.
\nShe pushed away from her table and marched toward Derek.
\n\u201cYou forged Edward\u2019s signature?\u201d
\nDerek backed away.
\n\u201cStay out of this.\u201d
\nRebecca stopped inches from him.
\n\u201cMy brother trusted you.\u201d
\n\u201cI said stay out of it.\u201d
\n\u201cYou sat beside his hospital bed.\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca.\u201d
\n\u201cYou brought him soup.\u201d
\n\u201cStop.\u201d
\n\u201cYou called him Dad.\u201d
\n\u201cSHUT UP!\u201d
\nDerek\u2019s voice exploded through the ballroom.
\nNobody moved.
\nThe charming groom was gone.
\nThe funny groom was gone.
\nThe man who had spent the evening shaking hands and kissing cheeks was gone.
\nWhat remained was the man I knew at home.
\nThe one who punched walls.
\nThe one who stood in doorways so I couldn\u2019t leave arguments.
\nThe one who could turn terrifyingly calm immediately after losing control.
\nDerek looked around the room.
\nHe realized what everyone had just seen.
\nThen, incredibly, he smiled.
\n\u201cI apologize.\u201d
\nNobody responded.
\nHe straightened his jacket.
\n\u201cThis has obviously gotten out of hand.\u201d
\nThomas watched him carefully.
\nDerek continued.
\n\u201cMy wife is emotional. Her father is sick. There are complicated family finances involved, and apparently someone has decided our wedding reception is the appropriate place to create some ridiculous conspiracy.\u201d
\nMy wife.
\nThe words made my skin crawl.
\nDerek extended his hand toward me.
\n\u201cClaire, come here.\u201d
\nI didn\u2019t move.
\n\u201cCome here.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHis smile tightened.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re leaving.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, Derek.\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re husband and wife.\u201d
\n\u201cNot for long.\u201d
\nThe words came out before I could think about them.
\nThe room went silent again.
\nDerek stared at me.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\nI removed my wedding ring.
\nIt was strange how heavy such a small thing suddenly felt.
\nFour hours earlier, I had cried when he slid it onto my finger.
\nNow I looked at it and wondered how fear had managed to disguise itself as commitment for so long.
\nI placed the ring beside the destroyed wedding cake.
\nPatricia whispered, \u201cClaire, don\u2019t.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re worried about the marriage?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\nShe stood slowly.
\n\u201cI\u2019m worried about what happens if Derek realizes he has nothing left to lose.\u201d
\nEvery hair on my arms rose.
\nDerek stared at his mother.
\n\u201cCareful.\u201d
\nPatricia took a step away from him.
\nThat single step told me more than any confession could have.
\nShe was afraid of her own son.
\nThomas noticed too.
\n\u201cMrs. Walsh,\u201d he said, \u201cis there something else we should know?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nDerek answered for her.
\nThomas didn\u2019t look at him.
\n\u201cI asked your mother.\u201d
\nPatricia\u2019s lips trembled.
\nDerek moved toward her.
\nOne of the two men near Thomas immediately stepped forward.
\n\u201cStay where you are, sir.\u201d
\nDerek stopped.
\nI finally looked closely at the two men.
\n\u201cWho are they?\u201d
\nThomas hesitated.
\n\u201cSecurity.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not what you were going to say.\u201d
\nHe glanced at me.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy heart started pounding again.
\n\u201cWho are they?\u201d
\nThe taller man reached into his jacket and showed me identification.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re investigators attached to the financial crimes division.\u201d
\nDerek\u2019s expression changed.
\nNot surprise.
\nRecognition.
\nThat terrified me.
\n\u201cYou knew they were investigating you,\u201d I said.
\nDerek said nothing.
\nThomas answered.
\n\u201cWe believe he became aware yesterday.\u201d
\nYesterday.
\nSuddenly, something clicked.
\nDerek had been strangely affectionate the night before the wedding.
\nHe brought me tea.
\nHe insisted I sleep early.
\nAnd sometime around midnight, I woke to find him standing beside my dresser.
\nAt the time, he said he was looking for his cuff links.
\nBut my passport had been in that drawer.
\nI looked at Thomas.
\n\u201cWas Derek planning to leave?\u201d
\nThomas\u2019s silence answered first.
\n\u201cWe found two airline reservations.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cFor where?\u201d
\n\u201cZurich.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cMonday afternoon.\u201d
\nTwo hours after the transfer.
\nI looked at Derek.
\n\u201cYou were going to steal my father\u2019s money and disappear?\u201d
\n\u201cClaire\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWith me?\u201d
\nHe stopped.
\nThat hesitation told me everything.
\n\u201cYou weren\u2019t taking me.\u201d
\nHe looked away.
\nA horrible realization moved through me.
\n\u201cThen why marry me?\u201d
\nThomas stepped closer.
\n\u201cThe transfer required an additional authorization.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat authorization?\u201d
\n\u201cYour father\u2019s trust was amended after his stroke. Large withdrawals require approval from either his attorney or his designated family representative.\u201d
\nI already knew the answer.
\n\u201cMe.\u201d
\nThomas nodded.
\n\u201cYou.\u201d
\n\u201cBut I never approved anything.\u201d
\n\u201cNot knowingly.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\nI thought back over the previous month.
\nWedding contracts.
\nVenue agreements.
\nInsurance forms.
\nTravel documents.
\nDozens of pages Derek had placed in front of me.
\nSign here.
\nInitial there.
\nJust wedding stuff.
\nThen I remembered something.
\nTwo weeks earlier, Derek had appeared in my office carrying champagne and a stack of documents.
\nHe had kissed my forehead.
\n\u201cBoring honeymoon insurance paperwork,\u201d he\u2019d said.
\n\u201cSign these and I\u2019ll handle everything else.\u201d
\nI had signed.
\nI grabbed the table for support.
\n\u201cHe hid the authorization in the wedding paperwork.\u201d
\nThomas nodded.
\n\u201cWe believe so.\u201d
\nMy aunt whispered, \u201cDear God.\u201d
\nDerek suddenly laughed.
\nNot nervously this time.
\nColdly.
\n\u201cYou have absolutely no proof.\u201d
\nThomas looked at him.
\n\u201cWe have the documents.\u201d
\n\u201cDocuments prove nothing.\u201d
\n\u201cWe have banking records.\u201d
\n\u201cSo?\u201d
\n\u201cWe have security footage.\u201d
\nDerek\u2019s smile remained.
\nThomas continued.
\n\u201cAnd we have Daniel Mercer.\u201d
\nThe smile disappeared.
\nPatricia made a choking sound.
\nDerek\u2019s head snapped toward Thomas.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\nThere.
\nThat name mattered.
\n\u201cWho is Daniel Mercer?\u201d I asked.
\nNobody answered.
\nI looked at Patricia.
\nHer face had turned gray.
\n\u201cPatricia?\u201d
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cPlease.\u201d
\nDerek stepped toward Thomas.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d
\nThomas didn\u2019t move.
\n\u201cDaniel contacted Claire\u2019s attorney yesterday.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cHe provided documents.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cHe provided recordings.\u201d
\n\u201cNO!\u201d
\nDerek kicked a chair so hard it toppled backward.
\nSeveral guests screamed.
\nThe investigators moved instantly.
\n\u201cHands where we can see them.\u201d
\nDerek raised his hands.
\nFor the first time, I saw panic consume him completely.
\nNot because of the money.
\nNot because of my father.
\nBecause of Daniel Mercer.
\nI looked at Thomas.
\n\u201cTell me who he is.\u201d
\nThomas glanced toward the guests.
\n\u201cThis might be better discussed privately.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI tightened my grip around the microphone.
\n\u201cFor eighteen months, everything happened privately.\u201d
\nMy voice shook.
\n\u201cThat ends tonight.\u201d
\nThomas studied me for a moment.
\nThen he nodded.
\n\u201cDaniel Mercer was Derek\u2019s business partner.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ve never heard that name.\u201d
\n\u201cYou weren\u2019t supposed to.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat business?\u201d
\n\u201cNorthstar wasn\u2019t the first company.\u201d
\nPatricia began sobbing again.
\nThomas opened another section of the folder.
\n\u201cSeven years ago, Derek and Daniel operated a financial consulting company together.\u201d
\nI looked at Derek.
\n\u201cYou told me you worked in commercial real estate.\u201d
\n\u201cI do.\u201d
\n\u201cNow.\u201d
\nThomas finished the sentence.
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cWhat happened to the consulting company?\u201d
\n\u201cIt collapsed.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nThomas looked directly at Derek.
\n\u201cBecause $3.2 million disappeared.\u201d
\nNobody spoke.
\n\u201cAnd Daniel?\u201d
\n\u201cHe was blamed.\u201d
\nDerek laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cBecause he stole it.\u201d
\nThomas shook his head.
\n\u201cAccording to the evidence Daniel provided yesterday, he didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nDerek\u2019s face hardened.
\n\u201cYou believe a convicted criminal?\u201d
\nConvicted.
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cDaniel went to prison?\u201d
\n\u201cFour years.\u201d
\nThomas turned another page.
\n\u201cHe has spent the last three years trying to prove the money was diverted by someone else.\u201d
\nI already knew.
\n\u201cDerek.\u201d
\nThomas nodded.
\n\u201cAnd Patricia.\u201d
\nPatricia sank into her chair.
\nDerek turned toward her.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\nShe stared at the floor.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t call me that right now.\u201d
\nSomething shifted in the room.
\nDerek looked stunned.
\nPatricia wiped her face.
\n\u201cI\u2019m tired.\u201d
\n\u201cShut up.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m tired of lying.\u201d
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m tired of waking up wondering when somebody will knock on my door.\u201d
\nDerek rushed toward her.
\nThe investigators intercepted him.
\nHe struggled for half a second before realizing every phone in the room was now pointed at him.
\nPatricia looked at me.
\n\u201cI helped him.\u201d
\nHer confession barely came above a whisper.
\n\u201cI opened accounts. I signed documents. I told myself I was protecting my son.\u201d
\nShe looked at Derek.
\n\u201cBut every time I protected him, he became worse.\u201d
\nMy anger toward her didn\u2019t disappear.
\nBut for the first time, I understood the fear behind her eyes.
\n\u201cWhat does Daniel have?\u201d I asked.
\nPatricia closed her eyes.
\n\u201cEverything.\u201d
\nDerek went still.
\nThomas nodded.
\n\u201cDaniel kept copies of the original ledgers.\u201d
\nDerek suddenly looked toward the ballroom doors.
\nThen toward the kitchen.
\nThen toward the side corridor.
\nHe was calculating again.
\nThe taller investigator noticed.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\nDerek smiled.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWhatever you\u2019re thinking.\u201d
\nDerek slowly lowered his hands.
\nAnd that was when the ballroom doors opened.
\nA man entered.
\nMid-forties.
\nThin.
\nDark suit.
\nA scar running from his left eyebrow toward his temple.
\nPatricia gasped.
\nDerek stopped breathing.
\nThe stranger walked through the ballroom as two hundred guests watched.
\nWhen he reached us, he looked at Derek for several seconds.
\nThen he turned toward me.
\n\u201cClaire Bennett?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cMy name is Daniel Mercer.\u201d
\nDerek whispered, \u201cYou should have stayed gone.\u201d
\nDaniel looked at him.
\n\u201cI tried.\u201d
\nHe reached into his jacket.
\nThe investigators tensed.
\nDaniel slowly removed a small black flash drive.
\n\u201cBut then I saw your engagement announcement.\u201d
\nHe held the drive toward me.
\n\u201cAnd I recognized your father.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\n\u201cWhat does my father have to do with what happened seven years ago?\u201d
\nDaniel didn\u2019t answer immediately.
\nInstead, he looked toward Patricia.
\nShe began shaking her head.
\n\u201cNo, Daniel.\u201d
\nDerek shouted, \u201cDON\u2019T.\u201d
\nDaniel placed the flash drive in my hand.
\n\u201cYour father wasn\u2019t Derek\u2019s first target.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nDaniel\u2019s expression softened.
\n\u201cClaire, seven years ago, when that $3.2 million disappeared, it didn\u2019t disappear from our company.\u201d
\nMy fingers tightened around the drive.
\n\u201cThen where did it come from?\u201d
\nDaniel looked me directly in the eyes.
\n\u201cYour mother.\u201d
\nEverything inside me stopped.
\nMy mother had died six years ago.
\nA year after Daniel went to prison.
\nI looked at Derek.
\nHe wouldn\u2019t meet my eyes.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nDaniel continued quietly.
\n\u201cYour mother discovered where the money went.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cShe confronted Derek.\u201d
\n\u201cStop.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd three days later\u2014\u201d
\nDerek lunged.
\nThe investigators grabbed him before he reached Daniel.
\nGuests screamed as chairs crashed backward.
\nDerek fought against them.
\n\u201cSHUT YOUR MOUTH!\u201d
\nDaniel didn\u2019t even flinch.
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\nThree days later.
\nI knew exactly what had happened three days after my mother supposedly confronted Derek.
\nShe had been driving home from work.
\nHer car crossed the center line.
\nThe police called it an accident.
\nFor six years, I had believed it was an accident.
\nI looked at Daniel.
\nMy voice barely existed.
\n\u201cWhat happened three days later?\u201d
\nHe looked down at the flash drive in my hand.
\n\u201cYour mother died.\u201d
\nThe room seemed to tilt beneath me.
\nDerek stopped struggling.
\nAnd then he did something I will never forget.
\nHe smiled.
\nNot the charming smile.
\nNot the nervous smile.
\nSomething colder.
\nSomething that made even the investigators tighten their grip on him.
\n\u201cYou really want to know what happened to your mother, Claire?\u201d
\nI stared at the man I had married only hours earlier.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nDerek\u2019s smile widened.
\n\u201cThen ask your father.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nAcross the ballroom, my aunt Rebecca suddenly dropped her champagne glass.
\nIt shattered against the floor.
\nI turned toward her.
\nShe was staring at Derek with pure terror.
\nAnd that was when I realized something even worse.
\nMy aunt knew exactly what he meant.
\n\u201cRebecca?\u201d
\nShe backed away.
\n\u201cClaire\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does Dad know?\u201d
\nTears filled her eyes.
\nI walked toward her.
\n\u201cWhat does my father know about Mom\u2019s death?\u201d
\nRebecca looked at Daniel.
\nThen Patricia.
\nThen finally at me.
\nWhen she spoke, her answer changed everything.
\n\u201cYour father didn\u2019t have his stroke eight months ago because he was sick.\u201d
\nI froze.
\nRebecca\u2019s voice broke.
\n\u201cHe had it three hours after Derek visited him alone.\u201d……………….<\/p>\n
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