ANMELDENRichard refused to answer Andrew's first call.He answered the second."Where is the original report?" Andrew demanded.There was a pause."Who told you about it?""That's not the question."Richard sighed."I have it."Andrew looked at Penelope."Why didn't you mention it during the meeting?""Because I wasn't certain it was relevant.""You knew it was relevant.""Andrew—""Where is it?""At my house.""Then we're coming."Richard hesitated."Perhaps tomorrow.""No. Today."Andrew ended the call.Penelope watched him."Are you sure you want to go there now?""Yes.""Then we'll go together."Richard's house was quiet when they arrived.He led them into his study and opened a locked cabinet.Inside was a thick envelope containing old bank statements, correspondence, and the original reconciliation report.Penelope recognised Margaret's handwriting immediately.Andrew took the report."Why did you keep this?""Because I promised your mother I would.""Then why didn't you give it to the
Andrew read the name again.Richard Lawson.It was printed beneath Margaret's signature on the account records, followed by a date and a reference number. The document looked ordinary, almost disappointingly so, considering the number of lives connected to it.But Andrew knew his father.He knew Richard's signature, the sharp curve of the R and the way the final letters of his surname slanted slightly upward.It was unmistakably his."How much money passed through this account?" Andrew asked.The solicitor checked the accompanying statement."Several transfers were recorded over a period of approximately eighteen months. Some originated from companies associated with the Leblanc estate. Others came from businesses connected to Marcus Black.""And the money?""That is what the investigators are trying to establish."Penelope looked at the solicitor."Was this account used to steal from the estate?""We cannot conclude that yet. The records suggest that money was moved through it, but w
Penelope arrived at Andrew's apartment the following morning.He had barely slept.The call from Richard had reopened questions he had spent years avoiding. His mother, Margaret Lawson, had died when he was young. He remembered her as a quiet woman who enjoyed gardening, collected old photographs, and insisted that the family eat dinner together whenever possible.His father rarely discussed her.Andrew had always assumed grief was the reason.Now he wasn't sure."Have you spoken to Edward?" Penelope asked."Yes. He says my mother knew the Leblanc family socially before I was born."Penelope frowned."How closely?""He doesn't know. He said they attended some of the same business gatherings.""That doesn't necessarily mean anything.""I know."Andrew looked at her."But my father sounded frightened."Penelope placed her handbag on the table."Then we should be careful about what we assume."He nodded."I want to meet him.""Do you want me there?"Andrew hesitated."Yes. But he specifi
Andrew arrived twenty minutes later.Penelope had placed the documents on the dining table. She had also called her solicitor and asked him to attend the following morning.Andrew read the ownership provision without sitting down."Richard Lawson controlled the voting rights?""According to the document, yes.""Without your mother's knowledge?""That's what she says."He read the page again."Why would my father do that?"Penelope folded her arms."That's what we're trying to establish."Andrew looked at her."I need to speak to Edward.""Do you think he'll tell you the truth?""I don't know. But he may have records."Penelope nodded."Then speak to him. But don't let him turn this into another family conversation where everyone decides what the truth should look like."Andrew looked down."I won't."Edward arrived at Andrew's office the next morning.He seemed unsurprised by the questions."Your father controlled the voting rights of Leblanc Holdings," Andrew said.Edward removed his
Penelope arrived at her parents' house the next morning with a copy of the trust provision.Elena was in the garden, watering the plants.She looked up when Penelope approached."Good morning.""Did you own a controlling interest in one of Henry's businesses?"Elena stopped watering.The silence was answer enough."Yes," she said eventually.Penelope placed the document on the garden table."Why didn't you tell me?""Because I didn't know what happened to it after the accident.""That doesn't explain why you never mentioned it."Elena put the watering can down."Henry transferred the shares to me shortly before everything happened. He said he wanted to separate the business from the companies involved in the disputed transactions.""Was that part of the agreement?""Yes.""And you signed?""I did."Penelope stared at her."Was the business legitimate?""Most of it was. It operated independently, employed people, and had its own accounts. But Henry had used it to move money between oth
Penelope refused to attend the Northbridge meeting until her solicitor had reviewed every condition.She had no intention of walking into another room where someone could use family history as leverage.The meeting was eventually arranged at her solicitor's office, with Andrew present at her request.The Northbridge representative arrived shortly after eleven.He was a middle-aged man named Mr. Collins, dressed in a dark suit and carrying a leather briefcase. He introduced himself politely, then placed a sealed envelope on the table."Mr. Leblanc left this instruction with our former legal adviser."Penelope did not touch the envelope."When?""Several years ago.""Before or after the accident?""After."Andrew shifted slightly beside her.Penelope looked at Collins."Then Henry was alive and making arrangements after he supposedly disappeared."Collins nodded."That is correct.""Why wasn't this document produced earlier?""Because the instruction was conditional. We were required to







