“Wexford Lane paid Prescott Advisory approximately eleven million dollars over six years.”
“Why?”
“That’s the problem.”
“There are no contracts?”
“Not legitimate ones we’ve found.”
I scrolled through records.
Payments approved through a regional executive.
That executive’s name made me stop.
Elias Lane Jr.
Son of one of Wexford’s founders.
The man later resigned after an accounting scandal.
I whispered:
“Did Grandma know?”
“We don’t know.”
“What does this have to do with the trust?”
Ingrid turned a page.
The shell companies eventually transferred assets into another entity.
An entity jointly associated with Robert Prescott.
My father.
And…
I stopped.
“Who is Elaine Mercer?”
Ingrid looked at me.
“We were hoping you knew.”
I didn’t.
But Nathaniel did.
When I showed him the name, every trace of color left his face.
“Where did you get this?”
“Wexford records.”
He removed his glasses.
“Elaine Mercer was Opal’s younger sister.”
