The cryptic letters.
Samuel’s obsession.
And the evidence had been sitting in a lawyer’s safe.
“Why wasn’t this handed over years ago?”
“It eventually was.”
I blinked.
“What?”
Harold leaned back.
“Samuel was investigated. Several civil judgments were entered. Much of his company collapsed.”
Daniel stared.
“Then why is he still obsessed with it?”
Harold’s expression became sad.
“Because this stopped being about legal consequences a long time ago.”
“What was it about?”
“You.”
Daniel frowned.
“Me?”
Harold pushed another document toward him.
It was a trust agreement.
Beneficiary:
Daniel Hale.
The amount made me gasp.
Nearly four million dollars.
Daniel looked physically stunned.
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither did Samuel,” Harold said. “Most of the money recovered from the hidden accounts was eventually returned to investors. But one account had been legally established years earlier in Daniel’s name.”
“My name?”
“Evelyn created it.”
Daniel sat slowly.
