He believed he had corrected my behavior.
For the next five days, I became exactly the kind of woman the Mercers wanted.
Quiet.
Apologetic.
Agreeable.
Meanwhile, Maya helped me identify the attorney responsible for administering Emily’s trust.
With Emily’s permission, I contacted him using a prepaid phone she had hidden inside an old boot.
The attorney nearly stopped breathing when I explained what I had recorded.
Within forty-eight hours, an emergency petition had been prepared to prevent any additional withdrawals.
Then the trust statements revealed something even worse.
More than $680,000 had been transferred through accounts connected to Richard’s failing development company.
Some of those transactions contained Emily’s electronic authorization.
Emily insisted she had never approved them.
Eventually, we discovered how it had been done.
Daniel had helped his father duplicate her credentials.
My fiancé.
