LOGINI read the business card again.Peter Lang. Managing Director, Brookside Residential Services.“Three days ago?” Lex asked the property manager.“That’s what the appointment letter said. He came here with another man and informed us that management was changing. They said the building would be renovated, and some of the residents might have to relocate.”“Residents?” I repeated.The woman nodded. “There are currently twelve young adults living here. The building provides temporary accommodation and employment support. Some of them have been here for months.”I looked at the sign above the entrance again. This wasn’t an abandoned property. People were living here, building their lives, and depending on the services inside.“Who owns the building?” Lex asked.“The property belongs to a charitable trust. Brookside only manages the accommodation.”“Who appointed Peter?”“I don’t know. I only received instructions from the new management.”Before Lex could ask another question, a young wom
The first thing I did after leaving Dana’s office was ask Lex to take me to Harden House.He glanced at me from the driver’s seat. “You want to visit Hollis?”“Not exactly. I want to find the people Richard intended to help. We’ve spent weeks discussing seven names as if they were entries in a bank account. They were real people before somebody turned their identities into financial transactions.”Lex considered that for a moment. “That’s reasonable.”“Good. I was beginning to worry that marriage to a billionaire was making me sound unreasonable.”“You’re welcome to return to your previous financial situation.”I turned towards him. “Oh, very funny.”He laughed quietly, and for a few minutes, the tension in the car eased.When we arrived at Harden House, Hollis was outside helping two young residents carry boxes of donated books into the building. He greeted us, then listened carefully as I explained what we wanted.“I can help you contact some of the former residents,” he said. “But
I looked at the name on Lex’s phone again.Helen Brandt.The same woman who had accepted Richard’s cartons, controlled access to his estate records and appeared on the objection that blocked the housing project’s property transfer.Now she was the registered director of the company Peter Lang had used to receive money through Clara’s identity.“How long has she been involved with this company?” I asked.“According to Grant, the registration was changed yesterday afternoon,” Lex replied. “Peter transferred his position to her before submitting his resignation.”“So he knew we were getting close.”“That’s what it looks like.”I leaned back against the seat. “First Peter uses Clara’s identity, then he transfers the company to Helen, and suddenly he resigns. Does he think changing names will make the money disappear?”Lex gave a humourless smile. “He may be hoping we’ll spend the next few weeks arguing about who owns the company instead of investigating what it did.”“Well, that sounds li
“Mother, why is my name on Richard’s payment list?”Clara’s question hung in Dana’s office.Evelyn stood beside the table, her hands gripping the back of a chair. She looked at her daughter, then at the photograph on my phone.“I didn’t know he had put your name there.”“That’s not an answer.”“I never asked Richard to give you money.”Clara shook her head. “I worked for him. I prepared the beneficiary records. I knew exactly who was supposed to receive assistance, and I wasn’t one of them.”I turned the phone towards Dana. “Could someone have added her name later?”“Certainly. But we need to establish whether this is a genuine record or an altered copy.” Dana examined the photograph carefully. “Look at the heading. This isn’t the original beneficiary list. It’s a disbursement record.”“What’s the difference?” I asked.“The beneficiary list identifies the people Richard intended to help. A disbursement record shows where money was actually sent. Someone could have used Clara’s details
Peter’s expression followed us all the way to the elevator.He hadn’t shouted or threatened us. He hadn’t even attempted to stop Clara from leaving with the photocopies. Somehow, that bothered me more. A man who had spent years hiding something didn’t suddenly become calm because he had nothing to fear.By the time we reached the ground floor, Dana had already called her office.“We need to preserve those copies properly,” she told Clara. “Don’t write on them, don’t separate the pages, and don’t send them to anyone. I’ll arrange for an independent review.”Clara nodded and held the folder more tightly.“I should have given these to Richard before he died.”“You were young, and you were working for someone who had considerable authority over you,” Dana replied. “The important thing is what you do now.”Evelyn approached her daughter. “Clara, why didn’t you tell me you still had those records?”“Because every time I told you something, you asked me to leave it alone. You kept saying Pet
“How long has Clara been missing?” Dana asked.Evelyn looked at her phone. “Since yesterday afternoon. She told me she had somewhere to go, but she wouldn’t say where. I called her several times, and she hasn’t answered.”“Did she mention Peter?” I asked.Evelyn hesitated. “She said he had contacted her again. He wanted her to sign something, but she refused.”I exchanged a look with Lex.Peter had already tried to make Clara sign a statement claiming Richard authorized Evelyn to manage the housing project funds. Now Clara was missing, and Evelyn was sitting in front of us with a key to Peter’s old office.“Call her again,” I said.Evelyn tried. The call went straight to voicemail.Dana stood and gathered her things. “We’re not going to assume she’s been taken. We need to establish where she was last seen and contact the appropriate authorities if we can’t locate her.”Evelyn nodded, looking increasingly worried.“Clara mentioned Peter’s office yesterday,” she said. “She said she was







