Grady stared at Nathan\u2019s photograph for so long that the phone screen dimmed.<\/p>\n
I touched it to wake it again.<\/p>\n
The image returned.<\/p>\n
Kelsey sat on the left side of a restaurant booth wearing a tan coat I remembered from that winter. Across from her was Caroline.<\/p>\n
Not maybe Caroline.<\/p>\n
Not someone who merely resembled her.<\/p>\n
Grady had met the woman face-to-face years earlier.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s her,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Caroline did not disappear three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe disappeared from us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither did I.<\/p>\n
I called Nathan.<\/p>\n
He answered on the first ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA private investigator.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast month.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you send it sooner?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know who I could trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came to my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause after the forged loan appeared in your name, I realized you probably weren\u2019t part of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve learned not to assume.\u201d<\/p>\n
Fair enough.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was the photograph taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDayton.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s two states away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho hired the investigator?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grady took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Kelsey meet Caroline if she told police she had no idea where she was?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what I wanted to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your investigator follow her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor several days.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe met Caroline twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere does Caroline live?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot under that name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the phone back.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grady sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Claire Bennett?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to public records, she\u2019s a forty-six-year-old woman who moved to Dayton around two years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBirth records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cComplicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow complicated?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Social Security number belongs to a real Claire Bennett who died fourteen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shut my eyes.<\/p>\n
Identity theft again.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaroline is living under a dead woman\u2019s identity?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy choice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you contact her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I didn\u2019t know whether confronting her would make her disappear again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Kelsey know she was being followed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy investigator believes she noticed him during the second meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKelsey stopped going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Caroline remain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe lost her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grady swore and stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to call Kelsey.\u201d<\/p>\n
I blocked him with one hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe lied to me for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I\u2019m supposed to sit here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor once in your life, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glared at me.<\/p>\n
I did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrady, if you call her now, what will you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I know Caroline is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
He had no answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan continued through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something else about Claire Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe owns property.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDayton. Small house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCash purchase.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout twenty-one months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich is after Caroline supposedly disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of the missing trust funds.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much was the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne hundred twelve thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grady looked at me.<\/p>\n
That amount was close enough to what had disappeared from Walter\u2019s trust to matter.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid money from Grady\u2019s trust buy it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan said, \u201cI can\u2019t prove that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you suspect it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe closing company received funds from an account linked to Kelsey\u2019s business.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
The room seemed suddenly too small.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Kelsey\u2019s company paid for a house occupied by her missing sister using the identity of a dead woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is what the records suggest.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grady sat with his head in his hands.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Kelsey ever tell you she sent money to Caroline?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she ever mention Dayton?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she travel there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said she had conferences.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you verify them?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Mom. Because most husbands don\u2019t investigate their wives.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost wives don\u2019t forge their mother-in-law\u2019s signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
I regretted the sharpness but not the point.<\/p>\n
Nathan said, \u201cKaren, there\u2019s another person you need to know about.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed from exhaustion.<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course there is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire Bennett\u2019s name appeared on one of Kelsey\u2019s older credit applications.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore Caroline disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Kelsey was using the dead woman\u2019s identity before Caroline began living under it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s what it looks like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Caroline later use an identity Kelsey had already stolen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan had no immediate answer.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cMaybe she didn\u2019t choose it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The possibility settled like ice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you suggesting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Caroline may have been pressured.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy Kelsey?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what purpose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep Caroline invisible.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nathan sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think the answer is in Walter\u2019s missing notes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
The attic evidence was gone.<\/p>\n
Unless Walter had made copies.<\/p>\n
He made copies of everything.<\/p>\n
That thought came with such force I stood abruptly.<\/p>\n
Grady looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father never trusted single copies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf something mattered, he duplicated it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
I was already walking toward Walter\u2019s old study.<\/p>\n
After his death, I had turned most of the room into storage, but his desk remained.<\/p>\n
Three drawers.<\/p>\n
Locked center compartment.<\/p>\n
I still had the keys.<\/p>\n
The first drawer contained pens, old receipts, a measuring tape, and business cards.<\/p>\n
The second held instruction manuals.<\/p>\n
The third was nearly empty.<\/p>\n
No red folders.<\/p>\n
I opened the center compartment.<\/p>\n
Nothing useful.<\/p>\n
Grady leaned against the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe he only kept the attic set.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter had once driven back from a vacation because he remembered leaving a passport photocopy in an unlocked drawer.<\/p>\n
He never trusted one location.<\/p>\n
I looked around the room.<\/p>\n
Bookcase.<\/p>\n
File cabinet.<\/p>\n
Desk.<\/p>\n
Then my eyes settled on an old steel toolbox beneath the window.<\/p>\n
Walter had not used it for tools in years.<\/p>\n
I pulled it out.<\/p>\n
Locked.<\/p>\n
Grady found a small key taped beneath the desk.<\/p>\n
Inside the toolbox were envelopes.<\/p>\n
Tax returns.<\/p>\n
Insurance policies.<\/p>\n
One red notebook.<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s handwriting filled the pages.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Amounts.<\/p>\n
Kelsey.<\/p>\n
Caroline.<\/p>\n
Claire Bennett.<\/p>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
Grady moved beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter had written a note beside Caroline\u2019s name:<\/p>\n
Claims K. took inheritance funds through duplicate accounts.<\/p>\n
Another entry:<\/p>\n
Caroline says she signed documents under pressure. Fearful of police because some signatures are hers.<\/p>\n
Grady read over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh my God.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the page.<\/p>\n
Walter had listed an amount.<\/p>\n
$118,400.<\/p>\n
Beside it:<\/p>\n
Estate funds unaccounted for.<\/p>\n
Nathan had mentioned a Dayton house costing one hundred twelve thousand.<\/p>\n
The numbers were suddenly too close.<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
One note was underlined twice.<\/p>\n
K. says Caroline unstable. Caroline says K. threatens to expose forged loan applications both signed.<\/p>\n
So Caroline was not simply a victim.<\/p>\n
She had participated.<\/p>\n
Perhaps reluctantly.<\/p>\n
Perhaps knowingly.<\/p>\n
But she had participated.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew they were both involved,\u201d Grady whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another note:<\/p>\n
If Caroline disappears, check Bennett identity.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Walter had written that before Caroline vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Dad know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Grady looked sick.<\/p>\n
I turned another page.<\/p>\n
There was an address.<\/p>\n
Dayton.<\/p>\n
The same street Nathan had given us.<\/p>\n
Walter had known about the identity years earlier.<\/p>\n
Underneath, he had written:<\/p>\n
Do not tell Karen until documentation complete.<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
Even dead, Walter was explaining his silence.<\/p>\n
Not because he didn\u2019t trust me.<\/p>\n
Because he knew I would act before he finished proving anything.<\/p>\n
Grady touched the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the bottom was a bank account number.<\/p>\n
Next to it:<\/p>\n
Emergency evidence copy \u2014 safe deposit.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Walter and I had never shared a safe-deposit box.<\/p>\n
At least I thought we hadn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
A bank name was written beside it.<\/p>\n
First Union Trust.<\/p>\n
I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n
The branch was still open for another ninety minutes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Grady hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Kelsey calls?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve answered her calls for years. Try not answering one afternoon.\u201d<\/p>\n
He followed me.<\/p>\n
At the bank, the manager disappeared for several minutes after I provided Walter\u2019s information.<\/p>\n
When she returned, her expression was cautious.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a box under your husband\u2019s name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I authorized?\u201d<\/p>\n
She checked again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My knees nearly weakened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe added you as joint holder twelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy have I never received notices?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe annual fee has been paid automatically from another account.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s hidden account.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
The manager led us downstairs.<\/p>\n
The vault smelled of metal and cold air.<\/p>\n
She inserted one key.<\/p>\n
I inserted the customer key she retrieved after verifying my identity.<\/p>\n
The box slid out.<\/p>\n
Inside sat a single sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
My name was written across it.<\/p>\n
Karen.<\/p>\n
My husband had written it.<\/p>\n
For several seconds I could not open it.<\/p>\n
Grady stood silently beside me.<\/p>\n
Finally I broke the seal.<\/p>\n
Inside was a letter.<\/p>\n
Karen,<\/p>\n
If you are reading this, something happened before I could explain it properly.<\/p>\n
My eyes blurred.<\/p>\n
I forced myself to continue.<\/p>\n
Kelsey is not the only person involved.<\/p>\n
Grady whispered, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I lowered the letter.<\/p>\n
Those words had been written by my husband years before his death.<\/p>\n
And he was telling me the scheme surrounding our family extended beyond Kelsey and Caroline.<\/p>\n
I read the next line.<\/p>\n
The man helping them is someone you know.<\/p>\n
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