The front door was unlocked.
That was the first thing I noticed.
Eleanor always locked it.
Even when she was expecting us.
Even when she was only stepping into the garden.
The second thing I noticed was the silence.
Mark entered first.
“Eleanor?”
No answer.
Samuel followed.
I walked into the living room.
A cup of tea sat untouched on the table.
Still warm.
“She was here,” Mark said.
I looked at the hallway.
“Check the study.”
He disappeared.
Samuel examined the windows.
“They weren't forced.”
“Neither was the door.”
A floorboard creaked upstairs.
Mark shouted.
“Who's there?”
No answer.
We moved toward the staircase.
Then Eleanor appeared at the top.
She looked tired.
Not frightened.
Not surprised.
Tired.
She held one hand against the railing.
“Dorothy.”
I stared at her.
“Where have you been?”
She looked at Samuel.
Then at Mark.
Finally at me.
“I knew you would find out.”
Mark took a step forward.
“You lied to her.”
Eleanor didn't defend herself.
“Yes.”
The word was devastating.
I had spent forty years trusting that woman.
And she admitted it in one syllable.
“How long?” I asked.
“Not the way you think.”
“Then explain.”
She descended the stairs slowly.
“I knew about Lake Ridge.”
“When?”
“Before Raymond died.”
“How long before?”
“Three years.”
Mark stared at her.
“Three years?”
“Yes.”
“And you never told us?”
“I was afraid.”
“Of Richard?”
“No.”
She looked at me.
“Of what would happen if I did.”
I felt anger rising.
“You gave them our documents.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because they threatened my son.”
That stopped me.
“What son?”
Eleanor looked down.
“Thomas.”
I remembered him.
He had been her only child. He had moved away years earlier.
“What did they have on him?”
“He owed money.”
“How much?”
“Enough to ruin him.”
“Richard threatened him?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Eleanor hesitated.
“Harold Pierce.”
Samuel's face tightened.
“Harold.”
Eleanor nodded.
“Harold wasn't dead when Raymond thought he was.”
“What happened twelve years ago?”
“Harold disappeared.”
She told us that Harold had been involved in a financial fraud connected to Lake Ridge's predecessor company. When the scheme began collapsing, Harold disappeared under another identity.
Years later, he returned.
By then, he had connections.
Money.
And leverage.
“Raymond discovered him,” Eleanor said.
“Why didn't he expose him?”
“Because Harold threatened you.”
My chest tightened.
“Me?”
“He knew Raymond's weaknesses.”
“What weaknesses?”
“You.”
I almost laughed.
“That's not a weakness.”
“To Raymond, it was.”
Eleanor sat down.
“Raymond loved you more than anything. Harold knew that.”
Samuel asked, “What happened the night Raymond died?”
Eleanor closed her eyes.
“I went to the house because Raymond called me.”
I looked at Samuel.
“He called you?”
“Yes.”
“What did he say?”
“He told me he had discovered who was behind the development scheme.”
“Who?”
“Harold.”
Samuel frowned.
“But David said Harold had died three years ago.”
“David lied.”
Eleanor shook her head.
“David was protecting his brother.”
“So Harold is alive?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“I don't know.”
Samuel asked, “Then who was the man at the marina?”
“David.”
“And the person who gave him the card?”
“I don't know.”
I sat across from her.
“Start with Raymond.”
She did.
Raymond had confronted Eleanor because he believed she had passed information to Harold.
She admitted it.
But she claimed she had done so to protect Thomas.
Raymond gave her an ultimatum.
Tell Dorothy.
Or Raymond would report everything.
Eleanor panicked.
She went to Harold.
“He told me to take one last set of documents.”
“What documents?”
“The access agreement.”
My heart sank.
“Why?”
“Because Harold wanted the original.”
“And you gave it to him?”
“Yes.”
“Where is it now?”
“I don't know.”
Samuel leaned forward.
“Then why did Richard say the original was in Bruce's office?”
“Because they made a copy.”
That explained the photograph.
The original had never left Raymond's control.
Until Eleanor took it.
But Raymond had somehow gotten it back.
I looked at Samuel.
“Then where is it?”
He shook his head.
“We found the copy in the clock.”
“No,” Eleanor said.
Everyone turned toward her.
“That wasn't a copy.”
“What?”
She looked at me.
“That was the original.”
Samuel went pale.
I stared at him.
“You said it was a copy.”
“I thought—”
Eleanor interrupted.
“Raymond made another agreement.”
“What agreement?”
“The one that matters.”
She reached into her coat.
From an inner pocket she removed a folded document.
“I took this from Raymond the night he died.”
Samuel stood.
“Eleanor.”
She handed it to me.
The heading was clear.
PRIVATE ACCESS TRUST AGREEMENT.
I read the first paragraph.
My name appeared.
So did Mark's.
And the names of my grandchildren.
I looked at Samuel.
“What is this?”
He didn't answer.
Eleanor did.
“Raymond transferred the access rights into a trust before he died.”
My hands trembled.
“Then they can't buy my house and get the access.”
“Not without destroying the trust.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because Raymond told me not to.”
I looked at Samuel.
“Did you know?”
He nodded.
“I knew there was a trust.”
“You knew?”
“I didn't know where the signed original was.”
Eleanor looked at him.
“Raymond gave it to me.”
Silence.
The realization came slowly.
Eleanor had not been working entirely against us.
She had been trying to survive.
But she had also handed dangerous information to the people who wanted my property.
That made her neither innocent nor mastermind.
She was something worse.
A frightened person who had made choices that endangered everyone around her.
“Where is Harold?” I asked.
“I don't know.”
“But you know who he is.”
“Yes.”
“And you know what he wants.”
“Yes.”
“What does he want?”
Eleanor looked directly at me.
“The trust.”
“Why?”
“Because it contains something else.”
“What?”
She swallowed.
“Names.”
“Whose names?”
“Everyone who has been paid.”
Samuel went still.
“Eleanor…”
She nodded.
“The trust contains an attached schedule listing every person and company Raymond believed had participated in the scheme.”
I looked down at the document.
“That means this isn't just about my house.”
“No.”
“It could expose Lake Ridge.”
“Yes.”
“Bruce.”
“Yes.”
“Richard.”
“Yes.”
“Alicia.”
Eleanor looked away.
“Yes.”
“Mark?”
“No.”
Her answer came immediately.
“Raymond never listed Mark as a participant.”
I closed my eyes.
For the first time, I believed my husband had known exactly what was happening.
He had seen my son being pulled into something he didn't understand.
And he had tried to protect him.
Then Eleanor said something that made me open my eyes.
“There's one name you haven't mentioned.”
“Who?”
She looked at Samuel.
“Samuel.”
I turned toward him.
Eleanor continued.
“Raymond investigated him too.”
Samuel's face changed.
“You knew?”
“No,” she said. “Raymond never told me why.”
I stared at Samuel.
He looked devastated.
“Dorothy, I can explain.”
“Then explain.”
Before he could speak, the house lights went out.
Mark shouted from the hallway.
A car engine roared outside.
Then the front window shattered.
Something struck the floor.
A small black device rolled across the carpet.
Samuel recognized it first.
“Down!”
The device emitted a sharp electronic tone.
Then every phone in the room vibrated simultaneously.
One message appeared.
THE TRUST IS NO LONGER SAFE.
Click here to continue reading: PART 15: The Trust Held More Than Property Rights, and the Person Raymond Feared Most Finally Stepped Out of the Shadows
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