Chapter 2: The Account No One Was Supposed to Find
The phone on the staircase table kept ringing.
For three seconds, nobody moved.
Then Daniel looked at me.
“Mom, answer it.””
Vanessa’s fingers tightened around his arm.
“Maybe we should deal with this privately.””
I looked at her.
“Absolutely.””
I reached for the phone.
“Hello?””
My accountant, Martin Hale, didn't bother with a greeting.
“Mrs. Carter, I need you to get somewhere private.””
I glanced at Vanessa.
“I am standing in my foyer.””
His voice dropped.
“Then don't discuss this in front of anyone.””
Daniel watched me carefully.
I turned away from them and walked toward the library.
Vanessa immediately started following.
I stopped.
“You stay here.””
She stared at me.
“I think Daniel and I should both hear—”
“No.””
My voice was so firm that even she seemed surprised.
Daniel looked at her.
“Just wait here.””
She reluctantly stopped.
I entered the library and closed the doors behind me.
“What happened?”” I asked.
Martin exhaled slowly.
“I found the account.””
My heart sank.
“What account?””
“The one receiving the consulting payments.””
I sat in the leather chair beside the window.
“Who owns it?””
“That is the problem.””
“Martin.””
“There is no individual name attached.””
I frowned.
“Then whose name is on it?””
“A holding company.””
“What company?””
“Redwood Advisory Group.””
I repeated the name silently.
It meant nothing to me.
“Is that one of our approved vendors?””
“No.””
“Then how did the foundation pay them?””
“It didn't.””
My stomach tightened.
“Explain.””
“The payments weren't authorized by the foundation's primary operating account.””
I stared at the rain-darkened garden outside.
“Then where did they come from?””
Martin hesitated.
“An account connected to the foundation.””
I stood.
“Connected how?””
“It was opened fourteen months ago.””
I felt suddenly cold.
“I didn't approve a new account.””
“I know.””
“Who did?””
“That is why I'm calling.””
He paused.
“Your signature appears on the authorization.””
I closed my eyes.
“That isn't my signature.””
“I suspected that.””
“You have my signature on file.””
“Yes.””
“And you're telling me someone forged it?””
“I am telling you that whoever opened the account had access to enough of your personal information to make the bank accept it.””
My hand tightened around the phone.
“How much has been transferred?””
“Roughly four hundred and eighty thousand dollars.””
The number barely registered.
“What?””
“Four hundred eighty-three thousand, to be exact.””
I lowered myself back into the chair.
Nearly half a million dollars.
Gone.
Not from my personal fortune.
From the foundation.
Money intended for families who needed housing assistance, children's medical expenses, food programs, and emergency grants.
“Where did the money go after Redwood received it?””
Martin answered immediately.
“Different places.””
“Such as?””
“Private contractors. A legal consulting company in Nevada. A marketing firm in New York. Two international wire transfers.””
“To where?””
“Cayman Islands.””
I felt the blood leave my face.
“And there is more.””
Of course there was.
“There always is.””
“The most recent transfer was yesterday.””
“How much?””
“Sixty-two thousand.””
I looked toward the library doors.
Through the glass panels, I could see Daniel standing in the foyer.
Vanessa was beside him.
He was speaking.
She was crying.
Perfectly.
Beautifully.
Convincingly.
Martin's voice brought my attention back.
“I also traced the person who authorized the final transfer.””
“Who?””
“The login belonged to an employee named Rebecca Moss.””
I blinked.
“Rebecca?””
“Yes.””
Rebecca had worked for the foundation for six years.
She was one of the people I trusted most.
“She wouldn't do this.””
“I didn't say she did.””
I swallowed.
“Then why was her login used?””
“I don't know.””
“What do you need from me?””
“Do not confront anyone yet.””
I looked at the library door again.
Too late.
Vanessa had already walked into my private office.
She had photographed documents.
She knew something.
“Martin,” I said quietly, “someone was inside my office twenty minutes ago.””
He went silent.
“I watched her.””
“Who?””
“My son's fiancée.””
Another pause.
“You're certain?””
“Yes.””
“Did she take anything?””
“She photographed confidential foundation documents.””
Martin cursed under his breath.
Then he asked, “Does Daniel know?””
“He knows I saw her.””
“That isn't what I mean.””
“No.””
“Does he know about the money?””
“No.””
“Then tell him.””
I shook my head.
“Not yet.””
“Mrs. Carter—”
“I need proof.””
“Proof of what?””
“That she is involved.””
Martin was quiet for a moment.
Then he said, “You may already have more proof than you think.””
I sat up.
“What do you mean?””
“I checked the bank records again before calling you.””
“And?””
“There is a pattern.””
“What pattern?””
“The transfers begin shortly after a particular consulting invoice is created.””
My pulse quickened.
“Created by whom?””
“Redwood Advisory.””
“Obviously.””
“No,” Martin said.
“You don't understand.””
His voice became more serious.
“Each invoice references a different project. But every project involves information from one of your foundation's confidential files.””
I stared into space.
“Someone is using our confidential documents to create fake consulting work.””
“That's what it looks like.””
“And Vanessa photographed those files.””
“Yes.””
I rubbed my forehead.
“Send me everything.””
“I already did.””
My phone buzzed.
A secure email.
Six attachments.
Bank statements.
Invoices.
Corporate registration documents.
And one photograph.
I opened it.
My breath caught.
It was a signature page.
My signature.
Forged.
Badly, once you knew what to look for.
But good enough to pass through a careless process.
Beneath it was the name of the account holder.
Redwood Advisory Group LLC.
Authorized representative:
Adrian Blake.
I stared at the name.
“A.””
The single letter in Vanessa's phone suddenly felt very different.
Martin spoke again.
“Do you know an Adrian Blake?””
“No.””
“Have you ever heard Vanessa mention him?””
I thought back.
“No.””
“Then find out who he is.””
The call ended.
I remained in the library for another minute.
I needed to breathe.
I needed to think.
But more than anything, I needed to stop being angry.
Anger made people careless.
And someone had spent months counting on everyone around me being careless.
I opened the door.
Daniel was waiting.
“Mom?””
I stepped into the foyer.
Vanessa stood several feet away.
Her face was pale now.
She had stopped crying.
That told me more than the tears had.
“What's going on?”” Daniel asked.
I looked at my son.
“Your fiancée has been inside my locked office.””
“I know.””
“She photographed confidential foundation records.””
He glanced at Vanessa.
“Why?””
Vanessa immediately answered.
“I was looking for wedding documents.””
I almost smiled.
“My foundation's donor records?””
She froze.
Daniel's brow furrowed.
“What exactly did you photograph?””
Vanessa folded her arms.
“I don't remember.””
“That's interesting.””
She looked at me suspiciously.
“What is that supposed to mean?””
“It means you were in a locked room without permission.””
“You're acting like I committed a crime.””
I held her gaze.
“I said nothing about a crime.””
“You're implying it.””
“I'm asking questions.””
Daniel stepped between us.
“Mom, please. Can we calm down?””
I looked at him.
“I am calm.””
He looked toward Vanessa.
She reached for his hand.
“Daniel, she's been looking for a reason to hate me from the beginning.””
I watched him.
His face changed.
Not much.
But enough.
He was beginning to doubt her.
Vanessa saw it.
So she shifted tactics.
“After everything I've done for this family…”
I almost laughed.
“You have been part of this family for less than a year.””
She recoiled.
Daniel sighed.
“Mom.””
I turned toward him.
“Do you know how much money has disappeared from the foundation?””
His face went blank.
“What?””
“Four hundred eighty-three thousand dollars.””
Vanessa gasped.
“What?””
I studied her reaction.
Too fast.
Too perfect.
Then she said, “You're accusing me of stealing?””
“I didn't say that.””
Her eyes narrowed.
“But you want me to think you are.””
Daniel looked between us.
“What money?””
I reached for my phone.
“The foundation has been making suspicious consulting payments for months.””
“Why didn't you tell me?””
“Because I was investigating.””
“And you think Vanessa is involved?””
“I think she knows more than she's telling us.””
Vanessa shook her head.
“This is unbelievable.””
Daniel's voice softened.
“Vanessa, did you know about these payments?””
“No.””
“Did you know Redwood Advisory Group?””
She hesitated.
Just for a fraction of a second.
But I saw it.
“So?””
Daniel noticed too.
“So why did you hesitate?””
“I didn't.””
“You did.””
Vanessa's eyes flashed.
“I hesitated because I was shocked.””
“Do you know the company?”” I asked.
“No.””
“Do you know Adrian Blake?””
She stared at me.
The silence became deafening.
Daniel slowly turned toward her.
“Vanessa?””
“I don't know what you're talking about.””
“That isn't what I asked.””
She swallowed.
“No.””
I held up my phone.
“Then perhaps you can explain why your phone has a contact saved as ‘A.’”
Vanessa's expression turned defensive.
“Lots of people have contacts with one letter.””
“Of course.””
“You're making assumptions.””
“Maybe.””
I walked toward the staircase.
“Then let's test them.””
Daniel followed.
“Mom, where are you going?””
“To the office.””
Vanessa's voice came from behind us.
“Why?””
I turned.
“To check something.””
“What?””
I looked directly into her eyes.
“Whether anything else is missing.””
She went pale.
Daniel and I climbed the stairs.
At the office door, I stopped.
The brass lock was intact.
I opened it.
Everything appeared untouched.
The drawers were closed.
The books were aligned.
The framed photograph of my husband sat exactly where it belonged.
Daniel stepped inside.
“What are you looking for?””
I moved toward my desk.
“Something small.””
I opened the bottom drawer.
Nothing.
Second drawer.
Nothing.
Then I noticed a faint scratch along the edge of the filing cabinet.
I crouched down.
“Here.””
Daniel bent beside me.
“What?””
“This lock was forced.””
He stared.
“I didn't see that.””
“Most people wouldn't.””
I opened the cabinet.
Several folders were missing.
My blood ran cold.
“What?”” Daniel whispered.
I counted them.
“Five.””
“What's in them?””
I looked at the labels.
Donor profiles.
Property acquisitions.
Emergency grant records.
Board correspondence.
And one folder that made my stomach twist.
“Historical asset transfers.””
Daniel looked at me.
“Why would anyone want those?””
“I don't know.””
Then something clicked in my memory.
The foundation owned several properties.
Land had been donated over the years.
Some of the parcels were now worth millions.
But selling them required board approval.
Unless someone was preparing fraudulent documents.
I checked the computer.
The photographs Vanessa had taken suddenly mattered even more.
“Mom.””
Daniel's voice pulled me back.
There was something in his expression I hadn't seen before.
Fear.
“Tell me everything.””
I looked at my son.
He was no longer defending Vanessa.
He was asking me to protect him from the truth.
So I told him.
Not about the disguise.
Not everything.
Just enough.
“The money disappeared through unauthorized consulting payments. Someone created a false account using a forged version of my signature. Documents related to those payments have been removed from this office.””
Daniel stared at the empty cabinet.
“Could Vanessa have done that?””
“I don't know.””
He looked at me.
“But you think she did.””
“I think she may be connected to someone who did.””
We heard footsteps outside.
Vanessa appeared in the doorway.
“You two should hear this.””
Daniel turned.
“Hear what?””
She held up her phone.
“I just received a message.””
She looked at me.
And for the first time, there was no fear in her expression.
There was something worse.
Confidence.
She turned the screen toward us.
One sentence appeared.
*STOP DIGGING, OR DANIEL WILL LEARN WHAT YOU'VE BEEN HIDING FROM HIM.*
Daniel read it.
Then he looked at me.
His face changed.
“What is she talking about?””
I felt the room tilt.
Because there was something I had never told Daniel.
Something about his father's death.
Something I had promised to keep buried forever.
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And suddenly I realized Vanessa might not have been investigating our foundation.
She might have been investigating us.
