PART 4
Derek stood behind the curtain, barely breathing.
Below, Richard remained beside the black SUV.
He wasn’t looking at his phone anymore.
He was looking straight at the apartment.
Straight at Derek.
For several seconds, neither man moved.
Then Richard slowly lifted two fingers to his temple in a gesture that almost looked like a greeting.
Derek stepped away from the window.
His heart was hammering.
He turned off every light in the apartment.
He closed the curtains.
Then he looked at the laptop.
The evidence was still there.
The financial records.
The forged documents.
The company.
The transfers.
The photograph.
And Olivia’s warning.
Now Derek understood why Olivia had gone quiet.
She hadn’t been trying to punish him.
She had been trying to survive long enough to build a case.
His phone vibrated.
A text appeared.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
You should have left this alone.
Derek stared at it.
Another message arrived.
UNKNOWN NUMBER:
Your wife made that mistake.
His blood ran cold.
He took screenshots of the messages.
Then he called Samuel Price.
Samuel answered immediately.
“Derek?”
“Someone just threatened me.”
“Send me the screenshots.”
Derek did.
Samuel called back less than thirty seconds later.
“Do not leave the apartment.”
Derek looked toward the door.
“Richard is outside.” Samuel went silent.
“Who is Richard?”
“My uncle. My mother’s brother.”
Another pause.
“Derek, listen carefully. Do not confront him.”
“Why?”
“Because his name appears in several of the records.”
Derek’s stomach dropped.
“What records?”
“The company formation. The property transfers. Several withdrawals.
And there is something else.”
“What?”
“He was listed as an authorized contact on one of the accounts your wife opened.”
Derek closed his eyes.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“It doesn’t have to make sense yet.”
“Where is Olivia?”
“I told you I can’t tell you.”
“Please.”
Samuel’s voice softened.
“She specifically told me not to give you her location until we knew whether your devices had been compromised.”
Derek looked at his laptop.
“What if my phone is compromised?”
“That is possible.”
Derek immediately powered the laptop off.
Then he removed the battery from an old spare phone he’d kept in a drawer.
It took him several minutes to get it working.
He called Samuel from the old number.
Samuel answered.
“Good. That’s safer.”
Derek sat at the kitchen table.
“Tell me everything.”
Samuel exhaled.
“Your mother appears to have created a financial structure designed to move assets without making the transfers immediately obvious.”
“And Richard?”
“He appears to have helped establish it.”
“How much money?”
“We’re still calculating.”
“I saw almost one hundred and eighty-five thousand.”
“That was only one account.”
Derek’s face fell.
“How much?”
“I can’t give you a final number yet.”
“Estimate.”
Samuel paused.
“Over six hundred thousand dollars.”
Derek stared into the darkness.
He felt sick.
“How?”
“Property refinancing. Unauthorized transfers. Business accounts. Credit lines. Insurance proceeds. Some money went into your mother’s personal accounts. Some went into the LLC. Some appears to have been moved again.”
“Where?”
“We don’t know.”
Derek rubbed his face. “Why would my mother do this?”
Samuel answered slowly.
“That’s the question your wife wanted answered before she came back.”
Derek looked at the door.
“What do you mean?”
“She didn’t want your mother arrested simply because she was angry.”
“What did she want?”
“The truth.”
Derek laughed bitterly.
“The truth.”
“Yes.”
“She stole her card.”
“That is one part of it.” “What is the other part?”
Samuel hesitated.
“Your mother had access to something your father left behind.”
Derek’s breathing stopped.
“My father’s estate?”
“Yes.”
Derek stood.
“What?”
“She didn’t tell you everything about your father’s final arrangements.”
“My father died with almost nothing.”
“That is what you were told.”
Derek stared at the wall.
“My mother said the hospital bills consumed everything.”
“She was wrong.”
“Or lying.”
Samuel didn’t answer.
Derek understood.
The apartment was silent except for the refrigerator humming in the kitchen.
Then another message arrived on the old phone.
No Caller ID.
DON’T CONTACT YOUR WIFE.
Derek’s jaw tightened.
A second message followed.
WE KNOW WHERE SHE IS.
Derek immediately showed Samuel.
Samuel called back.
“Derek, stop responding to those messages.”
“Who is this?”
“We don’t know.”
“But they said they know where Olivia is.”
“That may be a bluff.”
“What if it isn’t?”
“That’s why you must follow the instructions I give you.”
Derek’s voice shook.
“Tell me what to do.” “Drive to the police station.”
Derek hesitated.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“And take the evidence.”
“All of it?”
“Everything.”
Derek grabbed the USB drive.
Then he stopped.
“What about the apartment?”
“Leave it.”
“But if someone breaks in—”
“We’re already arranging for investigators to secure the relevant records.”
Derek grabbed his keys.
He reached the front door.
Then he heard a sound.
A key turning in the lock.
Derek froze.
Slowly.
Very slowly.
The handle began to move.
Someone was trying to get inside.
He stepped backward.
The lock clicked.
The door opened two inches.
Then stopped against the security chain.
A man’s voice came through.
“Derek.”
Richard.
Derek’s heart pounded. “How did you get a key?”
Silence.
Then:
“Your mother gave me one.” Derek stared at the door. “Leave.”
“I’m trying to help you.”
“You forged my name.”
Another silence.
Richard’s voice became colder.
“You don’t understand what you’re involved in.”
“I understand enough.”
“You married that woman six months after meeting her.”
“She had nothing to do with this.”
Richard laughed softly.
“You still don’t know who she really is.”
Derek stepped closer.
“What does that mean?”
“Ask her about her father.”
Derek’s expression changed.
“What about him?”
“Ask her why he disappeared from her life.”
Derek shook his head.
“You’re lying.”
Richard’s voice rose.
“Am I?”
Then, unexpectedly, he slid something beneath the door.
A photograph.
Derek bent down and picked it up.
It showed Olivia as a little girl standing beside an older man.
Derek recognized the man.
His father.
His dead father.
Derek’s hands shook.
“What is this?”
Richard said: “Now you understand.”
Then he walked away.
Derek stared at the photograph.
His mind raced.
Why had Olivia been standing beside his father?
Why had Richard kept the photograph?
And why had Olivia never mentioned it?
He called Samuel.
“I need answers.”
Samuel was silent for several seconds after Derek described the photograph.
Then he said:
“Derek, don’t assume what you think that photograph means.” “My father knew Olivia.”
“We knew there had been a connection.”
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because Olivia asked me not to until we could verify it.”
Derek’s voice rose.
“Why?”
“Because she believed your father may have discovered the same financial scheme before he died.”
Derek went completely still.
“My father knew?”
“We found records indicating he was investigating transfers shortly before his death.”
Derek remembered the last weeks of his father’s life.
The locked office.
The late-night phone calls.
The arguments with Marjorie.
His father had once told him:
“Never sign anything because someone says you love them.”
Derek had thought it was just another piece of old-fashioned advice.
Now those words returned like a warning sent from the past.
He went to the police station.
For nearly three hours, he gave statements.
He turned over the USB drive.
The photographs.
The documents.
The threatening messages.
The fake authorization forms.
The officers took everything seriously once the bank records were reviewed.
Then an investigator asked:
“Mr. Hale, do you know where your mother is?”
Derek stared at the floor.
“No.”
The investigator nodded.
“And your uncle?”
“I think he’s still in Phoenix.”
“We’ll locate him.”
Derek looked up.
“Is my wife in danger?”
The investigator studied him carefully.
“We don’t know yet.”
The words terrified him more than anything else.
That night Derek stayed in a small motel under a name arranged by the investigators.
He barely slept.
At 3:12 a.m., his phone rang.
Samuel.
“Derek?”
“Yes.”
“We found something.”
Derek sat up.
“What?”
“A storage unit.”
“Whose?”
“Your father’s.”
Derek stared into the darkness.
“I thought all his belongings were sold.”
“Apparently not.”
“Where is it?”
“Tempe.”
“What is inside?”
“We haven’t opened everything.”
“Why not?”
“Because the police want you present for identification.”
Derek was already standing.
“I’ll go.”
The storage facility was surrounded by police vehicles when he arrived.
An officer opened the unit.
The lights came on.
Inside were boxes.
Dozens of them.
Some labeled with dates.
Some labeled with names.
One box immediately caught Derek’s eye.
It said:
FOR DEREK — WHEN YOU ARE READY.
His father’s handwriting.
Derek’s throat tightened.
He opened it.
Inside was a letter.
And beneath it, a small cassette recorder.
Derek pressed PLAY.
Static filled the room.
Then his father’s voice.
“Derek, if you’re hearing this, something went wrong.”
Derek closed his eyes.
His father continued.
“I discovered that Marjorie had been moving money from accounts I believed were protected for our family.”
Derek’s eyes filled with tears.
“I confronted her.”
A long pause.
“Richard was involved.” Derek looked at Samuel.
The recording continued.
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