My father’s face did not change.
But I knew him well enough to see it.
Anger had arrived. It had merely chosen a chair.
“Which assets?” he asked.
Mara looked at him. “The Lakeshore property. Two brokerage accounts. And one trust distribution belonging solely to Evelyn.”
The room tilted.
“My trust?” I said.
My mother crossed to my bed. “He accessed it?”
“He tried to classify part of it as joint liquidity through a bank officer at Meridian Private,” Mara said. “The attempt appears to have been rejected initially. Then approved three weeks later by a different officer.”
“My God,” I breathed.
Mara did not soften. “There is more.”
Of course there was.
Cruel men rarely stopped at one crime when the first one worked.
“Celeste Monroe is not merely his mistress,” Mara said. “She is listed as a consultant for Vale Capital. Over the last year, she received payments totaling approximately eight hundred and seventy thousand dollars.”
