Chapter 14 - The Buyer Behind the BuyerThe financial investigation produced its first major breakthrough in early July.
Rebecca Sloan had retained forensic accountants to review Whitmore Development's vendor payments, authorization systems, and proposed Bellwether sale.
Their findings were disturbing.
Crescent Restoration had received payments for work company personnel could not verify.
Harbor Field Consulting had submitted invoices that lacked ordinary supporting deliverables.
Several contracts contained duplicated descriptions.
And electronic approvals had been issued through credentials assigned to Grant while he was away from the relevant workstations.
Rebecca presented the findings during a private meeting with Grant and Miriam Song.
"How much money are we talking about?" Grant asked.
"Approximately two-point-seven million dollars in questionable payments over eighteen months."
Grant stared.
"Two-point-seven million?"
"That's the amount currently identified for investigation. We still need to determine which transactions were legitimate and which were not."
Miriam opened her notebook.
"What about Ashwood Capital?"
Rebecca changed the presentation.
"Ashwood was organized through several limited liability companies."
A diagram appeared on the screen.
"One of its managers is Julian Price."
Grant frowned.
"Price?"
"Owen's younger brother."
The room fell silent.
Rebecca continued.
"We've also identified a contractual economic interest held by Laurel House Strategies."
Grant leaned forward.
"My mother's company?"
"Yes."
"How much?"
"The available agreement gives Laurel House a forty-percent participation interest in a related investment vehicle that would benefit from the acquisition."
Miriam exhaled.
"And Owen certified there were no relevant relationships between the buyer and company executives."
"Correct."
Grant stood.
He walked toward the window.
The Hudson River shimmered below.
For years, he had believed Owen was practically family.
The man had helped organize Nora's funeral.
He had brought food to the mansion when Grant couldn't bear to leave his bedroom.
He had reassured him that the company was in good hands.
Now the same man appeared to be involved in a plan to transfer valuable property to a purchaser connected to his own brother and Grant's mother.
Rebecca continued.
"The independent appraisal values Bellwether at approximately twenty-nine-point-eight million dollars."
"The offer was nineteen," Grant said.
"Yes."
Miriam looked toward him.
"That's why I refused approval."
Grant stared at the figures.
Almost eleven million dollars in potential undervaluation.
Money that would have been lost to the company and its shareholders, including Ella's trust.
"And what happens after Ashwood buys it?" Grant asked.
Rebecca answered carefully.
"Depending on the purchaser's plan, it could potentially refinance or resell the property at a higher valuation. The available documents suggest certain insiders would benefit."
Grant shook his head.
"Evelyn kept telling me it was time to stop wasting money on Nora's sentimental project."
Miriam's expression hardened.
"Bellwether was never merely sentimental."
"I know that now."
Across town, Evelyn confronted Owen in the mansion's private garage.
He stood beside a black sedan gripping his phone.
"The trustee knows about Julian."
Evelyn folded her arms.
"Then Julian should have been more careful."
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
"Act as though this was entirely my idea."
Evelyn looked toward the house.
"We both expected to profit."
"We were supposed to complete the sale before anyone examined the invoices."
"Then why didn't you?"
"Because Grant started asking questions."
Evelyn stepped closer.
"He wasn't supposed to."
Owen stared at her.
"And why did he start?"
She said nothing.
Owen lowered his voice.
"Did you actually damage that child's swimming vest?"
Evelyn's eyes narrowed.
"Don't ask foolish questions."
"I'm asking because this entire investigation started after your granddaughter nearly drowned."
"Keep your voice down."
Owen took a step backward.
"Tell me something. What did Rosa know?"
Evelyn looked away.
"She saw the Crescent invoices."
Owen went still.
"What?"
"She was asking about the north wing."
"And you didn't tell me?"
"I handled it."
Owen stared in disbelief.
"You handled it by putting Ella in danger?"
Evelyn's expression hardened.
"You don't understand what was at stake."
"I understand that a child almost died."
She moved closer.
"Don't pretend to be a moral man now, Owen."
He looked at her.
For the first time, he appeared genuinely afraid of the woman standing before him.
"You've lost control."
Evelyn gave a thin smile.
"No."
She walked toward the garage door.
"I'm the only one who understands how much control costs."
That evening, Grant received another report from Rebecca.
Investigators had identified a disputed approval originating from his home-office computer.
The date matched a business trip to Boston.
Grant remembered Evelyn asking to use his study while he was away.
He had left an authentication device connected to the computer because it was convenient.
Rebecca explained that the use of his credentials did not prove who had operated the workstation.
But records could help establish who was present and which communications preceded the approval.
Grant read the report several times.
Then he remembered another detail.
The week before the pool incident, Evelyn had repeatedly asked about Ella's trust.
She wanted to know who controlled the shares.
Whether Grant could reclaim them.
Whether the trust could be dissolved.
He had dismissed the questions as curiosity.
Now he understood that they might have been part of something much darker.
He called Miriam.
"Has Owen asked about Ella's inheritance recently?"
"Yes."
"What exactly?"
"He wanted to know whether the trust assets would revert to the family if Ella died."
Grant closed his eyes.
"And you told him they wouldn't?"
"Yes."
"Did he tell my mother?"
"I don't know."
Grant gripped the desk.
Evelyn had wanted Bellwether sold.
Ella's trust had blocked the transaction.
And someone had tried to make the child enter a swimming pool with damaged flotation equipment.
He could no longer treat those facts as unrelated simply because accepting the possible connection would destroy the image he had of his mother.
But one question remained.
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