Chapter 7
My father ended the call without another word.
For several seconds, he stared at the phone.
Then he looked at me.
"He's frightened."
I frowned.
"He sounded threatening."
"He is. But he wouldn't be making threats if he believed he still controlled everything."
Thomas arrived twenty minutes later.
When Dad explained the call, Thomas asked him to write down the exact words and preserve the call record.
Then he contacted the investigators handling the case.
Grandma sat at the kitchen table, listening.
She looked smaller than usual.
But when Thomas suggested she temporarily leave her home, she shook her head.
"I spent forty years building a life here. I won't run because Richard Bennett is afraid of the truth."
Dad knelt beside her.
"Mom, please."
She touched his cheek.
"I've already lost you once. I'm not taking unnecessary chances."
That surprised us.
Then she looked at Thomas.
"I'll stay somewhere safe until this is settled. But I'm making the decision myself."
He smiled.
"Of course, Eleanor."
That evening, we moved Grandma to a private residence owned by the family trust.
It stood outside the city, behind a gated entrance.
Olivia arranged professional security.
For the first time in days, I felt we could breathe.
Then Vanessa arrived.
She stood at the front door carrying a suitcase.
Her makeup was smeared.
Her expensive coat was missing a button.
"I need to talk to Grandma."
I stepped outside.
"About what?"
She looked past me.
"Please, Daniel."
I crossed my arms.
"Are you still working with Richard?"
Her face twisted.
"No."
"Then why should I believe you?"
She looked down.
"Because he threatened me."
My expression changed.
"What happened?"
She held out her phone.
There were messages from Richard's legal assistant.
They demanded she maintain her statement about Grandma's mental capacity.
When Vanessa refused, the assistant threatened to expose private financial records related to her husband's struggling business.
I read them twice.
"Vanessa, you need to give these to Thomas."
"I know."
She wiped her face.
"Richard told me Grandma had been hiding money from us. He said Daniel was manipulating her. I wanted to believe him."
"Because it would make you rich?"
She flinched.
"Yes."
The honesty caught me off guard.
For the first time, she wasn't making excuses.
"I wanted the money," she whispered. "And I was willing to hurt Grandma to get it."
I felt anger rise again.
"She raised us."
"I know."
"She sat beside you every night when you had pneumonia. She sold her wedding jewelry to pay for your college textbooks."
Vanessa started crying.
"Stop."
"No. You need to remember who she is."
She covered her face.
"I do remember."
For a long moment, I said nothing.
Then I opened the door.
"Come inside. But you tell Grandma everything yourself."
Vanessa nodded.
Grandma was sitting in the living room beside Dad.
When she saw Vanessa, her expression tightened.
Vanessa walked toward her.
Then she knelt.
"Grandma, I don't deserve your forgiveness."
Grandma said nothing.
"I was selfish. I treated your love like it wasn't worth anything because it didn't look expensive."
Tears streamed down her face.
"I thought I was entitled to whatever you had."
She looked at Dad.
"And I let a man I barely knew turn me against my own family."
Grandma's eyes filled.
Vanessa reached into her handbag.
She pulled out a small plastic bag.
Inside were several blackened paper fragments.
"I kept trying to find something from the envelope."
She placed the bag on the coffee table.
"Not because I think you'll replace the check."
Grandma looked at her.
"Then why?"
"Because I realized I burned the last Christmas gift you gave me while you still thought I might appreciate it."
Grandma began crying quietly.
Vanessa lowered her head.
"I'm so sorry."
I watched Grandma take her hand.
"I love you, Vanessa."
My sister sobbed.
"But love doesn't erase what happened," Grandma continued.
Vanessa nodded.
"I know."
"If you want my trust again, you'll have to earn it."
"I will."
Grandma squeezed her hand.
"Then start by telling the truth."
Vanessa nodded.
The next morning, she gave a formal statement to the investigators.
Marcus did the same.
He admitted that Richard had encouraged him to challenge the trust.
He also provided emails documenting the plan.
Then Thomas received another important discovery.
A financial auditor had traced suspicious transfers connected to Richard's shell companies.
Several payments appeared to have reached entities associated with Sheriff Reeves.
The dates matched key events in my father's disappearance.
I read the report in Thomas's office.
"So there's proof?"
"There's evidence of payments," Thomas said. "Investigators still have to establish their purpose."
I nodded.
"What happens now?"
"Search warrants may follow if the prosecutors obtain sufficient grounds."
He leaned back.
"And Richard's emergency petition against your grandmother has serious problems. She has recent independent medical assessments confirming she understands her finances and legal decisions."
I felt relief.
"So he can't just take control?"
"No. And we've filed our response."
Before I could speak, Thomas's assistant knocked.
"There's someone here asking for Daniel Carter."
"Who?"
"A woman named Rebecca Cole."
My father stood instantly.
"Rebecca?"
I looked at him.
"Who is she?"
He hesitated.
"Samuel Cole's daughter. The fisherman who saved me."
The woman entered.
She was in her late fifties, with tired eyes and a thick envelope clutched against her chest.
She looked at Dad.
"Michael."
He stepped toward her.
"Rebecca, what happened?"
She began crying.
"My father passed away last week."
Dad lowered his head.
"I'm so sorry."
Rebecca nodded.
"He left something for you."
She handed him the envelope.
Inside was a handwritten letter and a small recording device.
Dad read the letter.
His expression changed.
Then he passed it to Thomas.
Thomas read silently.
I watched the color drain from his face.
"What is it?" I asked.
He looked at me.
"Samuel Cole recorded a conversation years ago."
"With whom?"
"Richard Bennett."
My heart began pounding.
Thomas pressed the recording device's button.
A man's voice filled the office.
Richard Bennett.
Then another voice.
Sheriff Reeves.
They were discussing the night my father's car went into the river.
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Finally, Richard said something that silenced everyone.
"Michael Carter was supposed to disappear with that car."
