Caleb stared at the phone.
“It belongs to my father.”
I looked at him.
“But the officer just said Daniel was found unconscious.”
“I know.”
“Then how is he texting us?”
Caleb didn’t answer.
The officer took the phone from my hand.
“Don’t respond.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
She looked at the message again.
“Do you know where your father keeps his second phone?”
Caleb shook his head.
“He never told me.”
The officer stepped away to make a call.
I watched her speak quietly into her radio.
Then she returned.
“Mrs. Carter, we need you to come with us.”
“Where?”
“To the station.”
I nodded.
As we drove away, I kept thinking about the message.
You trusted the wrong grandson.
It was designed to make me doubt Caleb.
And for a moment, it worked.
After everything that had happened, how could I know who was telling the truth?
At the station, Margaret was waiting.
She rushed toward me and hugged me.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes.”
She looked at Caleb.
Then at me.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
“The police searched Daniel’s house.”
“And?”
“They found the original documents.”
My heart pounded.
“Which documents?”
“The forged power of attorney. The insurance paperwork. Bank records.”
“So we have proof.”
Margaret nodded.
“We have a lot of proof.”
“Then why do you look worried?”
She lowered her voice.
“Because none of it explains the missing money.”
“What missing money?”
She opened her laptop.
“There are transfers from your accounts that we haven’t identified.”
I stared at the screen.
“How much?”
“More than $180,000.”
My knees nearly gave way.
“But I didn’t authorize those.”
“I know.”
“Then who did?”
Margaret turned the laptop toward me.
The transfers had all been made through an account connected to a company I’d never heard of.
I read the company name.
Carter Family Holdings.
My heart sank.
“That’s not my company.”
“I know.”
“Who owns it?”
Margaret hesitated.
“That’s what we’ve been trying to find out.”
Then Caleb spoke.
“I know.”
We both turned toward him.
“You do?”
He nodded slowly.
“I’ve seen that name before.”
“Where?”
“In Dad’s computer.”
Margaret stood.
“Tell me everything you remember.”
Caleb looked frightened.
“It wasn’t just Dad and Vanessa.”
“Who else?”
He swallowed.
“There was another person.”
“Who?”
Caleb looked directly at me.
“Grandma, you remember the man who used to visit Grandpa before he died?”
I frowned.
An old memory surfaced.
A tall man.
Gray hair.
Always wearing a dark suit.
He had visited my husband several times during the final year of his life.
I had never known why.
“What was his name?”
Caleb whispered:
“Arthur Bell.”
My blood went cold.
Arthur had been my husband’s business partner.
I thought he had died years ago.
I looked at Margaret.
“That’s impossible.”
“Why?”
“Because Arthur Bell is dead.”
Caleb shook his head.
“No, Grandma.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a photograph.
Arthur stood beside Daniel.
The photograph was dated three months earlier.
Caleb looked at me.
“He’s alive.”
I stared at the photograph.
Then I noticed something in the background.
A sign.
A hotel.
And suddenly I remembered where I’d seen it.
It was the same hotel where Daniel had claimed to be attending a business conference the week before the lake.
Margaret looked at the photograph.
“We need to find this man.”
I nodded.
But before we could move, an officer rushed into the room.
“Mrs. Carter?”
“Yes?”
“We just received word from the hospital.”
My heart stopped.
“What happened?”
The officer looked at Caleb.
“Your son woke up.”
I exhaled.
Then she added:
“And he asked for one person.”
“Who?”
“Not his lawyer.”
“Not his wife.”
“Not even his son.”
She looked directly at me.
“He asked for you.”
I stared at the officer.
After everything Daniel had done, I couldn’t understand why.
Then she handed me a small envelope.
“He told us to give you this before you see him.”
My hands trembled as I opened it.
Inside was a single photograph.
On the back, Daniel had written six words:
Mom, I finally know who did it.
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