Chapter 9 Jane's POVI went back to that frayed, threadbare old apartment of the past—the bedroom where my mother had slept and was filled with old photographs, lacy shreds of ornament, and the scent of books and dried lavender. Years had passed since I had ever been there in that single solitary room, but the memory still remained vividly in my mind, as if painted yesterday for the first time. I had made up my mind this afternoon to sort through her things, to dig up concealed clues within the remains of what was hers. I wanted to understand more about the woman who had ruled my childhood and maybe see the glimmers of the secrets that had followed me from the day she passed away.I pushed open the splintered front door after stepping into the half-dark hallway. Light threads slanted crookedly through torn curtains, blending with dancing motes of dust. With every step, memory sprang into being: my mother's low hum of laughter, her voice reading softly as she put me to bed, and the co
Jerry's POVI'd experienced my share of eccentric cases during my twenty years as a private investigator, but Jane Harrison's call put a shivery frisson down my spine…a chill that lingered. It was morning when my cell phone awakened me from the cramped, cluttered office I'd taken over in a renovated shop on the less populated side of town. The line was engaged, but desperation in the voice at the other end of the line caused me to answer in a hurry."Is this Jerry Marks?" the voice snapped, tight but with a touch of desperation."This is Jerry. Who is this?" I replied, sprawling in my old leather armchair, already planning my next move."This is Jane Harrison. I need your help. I have something… a letter." My mother's, and it is more than some mawkish keepsake…there are clues. Suggestions which might lead the way to anything." There had been a pause in the words, a silence of a moment, then she continued, "I believe there is a scandal, something concerning the accident which changed m
Nate's POVI'd been working on the case with an almost pathological level of dedication since I'd rescued Jane from that cold, dark warehouse. I'd spent the previous two days retracing the alleys amassing more data, a paper trail of receipts for cash, tips from an anonymous source, and cyber-trails that constructed a scenario much darker than anyone had ever been brave enough to imagine. It was time to show Jane the pieces I’d unearthed, pieces that challenged everything she believed about the accident and Damien’s role in it.I. found Jane. In her hospital room late one evening, the only light was the small bedside lamp. Her haunted eyes moved nervously upon me. I felt the inner turmoil that had so destroyed her, the tormented conflict between the woman she loved and the lie now masquerading behind Damien's familiar face."Jane, I have to talk to you," I whispered, closing the door behind me. "I've got some new information that you'll need to review."Her eyes flashed with fear and c
Jane's POVMy room was abandoned for virtual deafness. Despite having begun building pieces of a reality so horrible I couldn't stand it, so worse than anything I could have ever imagined, my heart was war-torn. In the silence that followed the events of the day, I was engaged in a virtually paralyzing desire for revenge and an adamant, lingering love for the man who had once been my whole world…Damien.I sat at the corner of my untidy bed, early morning grey light seeping in through the drawn curtains, blind-eyed gazing straight ahead at the empty white page on my desk. It was time, I supposed, to face the tempest raging within me. I grasped the scuffed-leather diary that I had hidden away, a secret haven for all the raw feeling and proof that had spilled out over the crazy weeks. My hand trembled slightly as I unfolded it as if it were fearful that the strength of what I was thinking would break the fragile peace I had been able to build.I sat down to put pen to paper, my hand swoo
Michelle's POVI had lived behind the streets of the family's gold-encrusted life, an unobtrusive witness to greed and the power struggle. My name is Michelle Carter, and after having been directly employed by Zack Lawson…period that has given me more scars than memories of love. I would never have suspected that fate would lead me before Jane Harrison, my life destroyed by the very same black lies I had been seeking to flee from for all these years.I answered the phone on my cold autumn afternoon. Jane had called up an old friend—somebody she believed could untangle the complicated web of deceptions that had trapped her family. I had known Zack long enough to realize that my past with him was a double-edged sword; whereas on the one hand, I had witnessed his cruelty, on the other, I had seen the cracks in his together persona. It was time now to encounter Jane at a sleazy coffee shop on the less populated side of town…lair where half-truths and muffled whispers held dominion in the
Jane's POVThe house loomed over me like a monument to the past—a house in which every groan of the floors and every frayed picture on the walls seemed to be a guarded secret for years. I trailed Nate into the dilapidated house on the outskirts of town, where memories hung heavy in the air and the scent of old wood filled our lungs. This was my mother's childhood home, one that had been full of laughter and unspoken love but now felt heavy with mystery and tragedy. I stepped out of the car and breathed deeply, allowing the chill of the past to close in around me. Nate went with me in silence, his omnipresent presence a comforting reminder that I wasn't by myself on this quest for the truth. I arrived at the wooden oak door and wondered what was behind this door—the past deceptions that would probably inform me how much Zack and Mae had deceived and lied to me.Inside, the house was shrouded in a dust sheet and emptiness. The tattered curtains hung limp against the windows, and the for
Jane's POVThe weight of it all…the hidden diaries, the photoshopped images, the incriminating ledgers…pressed upon me like an unremitting tide. At night, late, I sat alone in the quiet of my study, a lone lamp shining in a peaceful light over scraps of paper, my mother's old letters, and my scribbled pages. Every shred of evidence now felt like a piece of a puzzle, every one of them crying out to be fitted into the larger picture of our family's deceit.I ran my fingers along the frayed edges of the leather-bound notebook that I had taken with me since the very start of my investigation. Its pages were a history of every sleepless night, every tearful instant, and every spark of will that had formed in me since truth had begun to break through. Tonight, it was time to write a plan…a secret, bold plan to expose the corruption that had infected my life for far too long. No matter what it took, I vowed that no secret, however shameful, would be hidden any longer.I pulled out my new not
Jane's POVWith every step I took, I was stepping into the unknown that I had been avoiding for years. But with every new twist in my mother's murder and the appalling corruption track record of Zack's company, I knew that I couldn't do it by myself. I required someone who had witnessed the plotting of that rotten empire firsthand, someone soiled enough to risk his own fate for telling the truth. I remembered rumors and half-forgotten names from my youth; one name, however, loomed over me like a ghost: Marcus. Marcus had once been a member of the innermost circle of my father's empire. I’d heard rumors about his abrupt departure—how he’d left under a cloud of shame and bitter regret, refusing to be complicit any longer in the web of lies spun by Zack. If there was anyone who could help me compile a dossier on Zack’s illegal activities and the elaborate cover-up of my mother’s death, Marcus was the one.I waited at my desk that evening, the distant roar of the city beyond my window the
Jane's POVI sat in my living room with Nate by my side. It was evening, and our secure phone lines rang softly in the background. We had labored for days writing every word of the public statement. Now it was the time to speak out and win over those who still had their doubts against me.Nate looked at me and said, "Jane, I know it seems like the whole world is against you, but this is our chance to turn the tide. Our evidence is strong. We need to get the public educated on the real story."I nodded slowly. "I know, Nate. I do have a lot of anger within me, but I want this statement to be straightforward, true, and simple. No ranting and raving—just facts and my vow of justice."We started up our secure laptop and opened a new document. I took a deep breath. "Let's write it together," I said.Nate grinned. "Alright, Jane. I'll type it out, then you can have a listen to see if you sound like this."A little while later, Nate read off the screen:"Good evening. I am Jane Harrison. I
Jane's POVI woke up early that morning with a strange knot in my belly as if something big was about to happen. I reached for my phone and switched it on. In seconds, breaking news notifications were flashing on the screen. There was a scandalous expose on Lawson Enterprises, my family's shady business activities, on all the news channels. My heart was pounding. I had worked so many months gathering evidence, and now, it looked like the truth was being told to the public.I phoned Nate immediately."Hi, Nate. Did you see the news?" I asked.Nate replied, "Yes, Jane. I've been watching all night. The scandal is out now. They are talking about illegal offshore accounts, backdoor deals, and even furtive meetings."I took a deep breath. "This is it. The scandal is out. Our evidence has been made public. But I'm scared—what if they quote me out of context? What if they drive me insane?" Nate answered firmly, "You needn't fear. We built a good case, and the facts will stand on their own.
Jane's POVI walked into the meeting room with a heavy heart and steel determination. The past few weeks have been ferocious. We were being attacked in the public sphere on all sides—news stories challenging my character, tweets twisting my story, and even hate letters intended to sully our reputation. But my support group was here, all around a giant table in a small, secure meeting room, and I was sure that we were one."Jane, we got the news," said Michael firmly and resolutely. "They are informing us that you are unstable. They are saying that you are leading the investigation due to a mere emotional whim."I took a deep breath and looked around the table at the faces. Worry and determination were in Lisa's, Robert's, Richard's, and Mark's expressions. I responded, "I hear what they're saying. I know they're trying to discredit me. But we have the truth on our side."Lisa leaned forward. "Jane, don't let them discourage you. We have good evidence. We know what happened. Our papers
Jane's POV I shivered in the cold conference room of the courthouse, seeing my heart thud in my chest. Beige and empty walls surrounded us, lit by flickering overhead fluorescent light. I was seated at a long table with my lawyer Carla, Nate, and a few of our lawyers. Tension was there. We were attending a very serious hearing…to file for a temporary court order freezing some of the disputed assets surrounding my mother's estate. Carla coughed. "Jane, the judge will be right here," she said, scanning her notes. I nodded. "I'm ready. I just want to get this behind me. I need to hold on to my mother's memory." Nate shifted forward. "We have sufficient evidence, Jane. Our documents show that the transfers were illegal. We require the court to instruct any additional movement to stop until we have settled this." In a few minutes, the door swung open and a bailiff came in saying, "Court is now in session. Stand up." I stood with the others, enduring the chill of the moment. I follo
Zack’s POVI sat in my office late in the evening. The lights were low, and my mind was busy planning our next move. Mae had just come in, and her eyes were sharp, full of determination. We both knew that Jane was rising up. Her legal challenges and public speeches had stirred up too much truth. I had to act quickly and decisively.Mae broke the silence, “Zack, we cannot let her ruin everything.” I nodded slowly and replied, “I know. Jane is gaining momentum. The public is starting to ask questions. We must discredit her before her evidence takes full effect.” Mae leaned forward, “I agree. We are launching our smear campaign now. We use every tool available. I have contacts in the media. They can twist her story and show her as unstable.” I frowned slightly and said, “I want to protect our reputation. Our business depends on it. We cannot allow Jane to claim the assets and tarnish our records.” Mae smiled slyly, “Then we did this together. I have a plan. We start with social m
Jane's POVI sat at my kitchen table, having the papers spread out in front of me. My hands were trembling while I went over the papers one last time. I had to fight through the inheritance of my mother's wealth by Damien. The injustice of it seethed through me. I picked up the phone and dialed my attorney, Carla.Hello, Carla. It is Jane," I said firmly, standing firm vocally."Hello, Jane. Standing up how?" Carla softly asked."I'm prepared to go further. I have proof my mum's money illegitimately transferred over to Damien," I informed her.There was a soft silence from Carla. "That is quite serious, Jane. Would you be willing to take a course in law now?I replied firmly, "Yes, Carla. I want justice. I cannot let Damien have what is mine."In the later part of the afternoon, I went to Carla's small law office. The office was simple with a very long table and a few chairs. Carla greeted me with a smile."Jane, it's wonderful to see you. Sit down," she said, sitting on the opposite
Jane's POV I was in our rear safehouse, and there was only one lamp that provided light. I was reviewing my reports and encounters when Nate appeared silently out of nowhere. He closed the door, and we just looked at each other for a moment or so. Being near him had this calming effect on me despite the tension from these weeks still surrounding me. "Jane," Nate walked over to me and spoke softly, "you've been working day and night. How are you?" I hissed air hard and rubbed fatigue from above my eyes. "I feel my heart being pulled a thousand ways. There's the struggle for the truth, and this weight of it all evidence-wise, and then. Sometimes I think. It's too much." Nate moved closer and clasped my fist in a tight, comforting grip. "I do know. I can see it in your eyes. I'm with you, all the way. You don't have to go through it alone." I attempted a feeble smile. "Thanks, Nate. Some days I don't know how I'll make it through it all. But when you're around, it's like maybe I wi
Jane's POV I went to a public fund-raising event held in a community center. It was noisy but cozy, full of representatives of our local community and supporters who had come to witness our cause celebration. I went there to share our campaign for justice and show the masses that the truth would no longer be hidden. I had practiced my speech dozens of times, and I was standing confidently at the podium. My heart, however, was pounding furiously inside my chest, and I knew that my inner struggle was going on behind my calm face. As I was about to begin speaking, my aide Maria came up to me quietly. "Jane, it's in place. The audience is all seated, and the cameras are focused," she said firmly but with a sense of urgency. I smiled and was able to manage a small smile. "Thank you, Maria. I appreciate that you've worked so hard at getting everything ready. Today means a lot to us." She replied, "I believe in you, Jane. We all do. Just tell the truth from your heart.". I approached
Jane's POV I walked into the vacant conference room in a business complex on the outskirts of town. I had arranged this meeting with three retired executives who worked for my dad. I knew I had to be cautious. My phone rang. It was Nate: "Be careful, Jane. These individuals are jumpy." I took a deep breath and sat at the long table. The room was simple, with some chairs and a table that was old but looked sturdy. Three executives were sitting there. Their faces were concerned. I sat at the end of the table. A gray-haired man spoke first. "Jane, thank you for coming. My name is Richard. We appreciate you meeting us in secret." I nodded. "Thanks, Richard. I realize that this won't be easy for any of us. I need your help. I have evidence that uncovers deep corruption at Lawson Enterprises. My dad, Zack, covered up illicit deals and even destroyed critical records. I am filing legal action, and I need assistants who will support my cause.". A quiet, sharp-eyed woman named Sandra t