Richard Hale had been Whitmore Global’s chief financial officer for eleven years. He’d retired suddenly, without explanation, about six months after Emily left. He’d moved back home to Kentucky. Daniel hadn’t spoken to him since.
The letter was three pages long. Typed. Signed in blue ink.
Richard wrote that he’d seen a photograph in a Louisville newspaper. A local story about a billionaire spotted at a children’s hospital in Cincinnati with a woman and a boy in a wheelchair. He’d recognized Emily immediately.
And he wrote that he had been carrying something for fourteen years. Something he should have told Daniel a long time ago.
Shortly before Daniel and Emily separated, Richard had discovered irregular transfers out of a private account. Not a company account. A personal account. The joint checking and investment account that Daniel and Emily had shared since their days in Queens.
There had been several transfers. But one of them was very large.
Two point four million dollars.
Wired to the escrow account of Barrett, Coyle & Lund. The Manhattan law firm that had represented Daniel in his divorce.
Daniel read the amount twice.
$2,400,000.
He had never authorized it. He’d never even seen it.
Daniel remembered the divorce. Barely. He’d been so angry back then that he’d told the lawyers to handle everything. He didn’t want to know. He didn’t want to read anything. He’d signed whatever was put in front of him, between meetings, without looking.
The person who’d put the papers in front of him every time was his younger brother.
His expression hardened into something Emily wouldn’t have recognized.
He picked up his phone and called Judith Kerr.
“Find every record connected to this transfer. Every bank statement. Every escrow ledger. Every email. I want a forensic accountant on it by tomorrow morning.”
“Already started, Daniel.”
“And get me Richard Hale’s phone number. I want to know why he waited fourteen years to tell me this.”
When he hung up, he sat very still in the kitchen of his rented apartment.
For fourteen years, he’d believed his marriage fell apart because of his own ambition. His own cruelty.
And that was true. Nothing would ever excuse the way he’d treated Emily that night in the front hall.
But now there was another possibility.
That someone had taken advantage of his anger.
Someone who wanted to make sure he and Emily never found their way back to each other.
Someone who knew that as long as Daniel believed Emily had abandoned him, he would never go looking for her.
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