Chapter 5: The Woman in the Security Footage
The police escorted Daniel and Robert into separate rooms at the hotel to take formal statements.
Jessica agreed to remain available for questioning, and Margaret arranged for a driver to take me and my grandfather to Sterling Enterprises headquarters.
I barely remembered leaving the ballroom.
My wedding dress dragged through the hotel lobby. The lace caught on a brass door handle, and I had to stop to free it.
A little girl standing beside her mother stared at me.
“Mommy, why is the bride crying?””
Her mother gently pulled her away.
I looked down at my hands.
I wasn't crying.
Not anymore.
My grandfather had wrapped his coat around my shoulders, covering the torn lace and the faint streak of blood on my palm.
“Don't try to be strong for me,” he said as we approached the car.
“I'm not.””
“Then why are you clenching your jaw?””
“Because if I open my mouth, I might scream.””
He didn't tell me to calm down.
He simply opened the car door.
For that, I loved him more than I could explain.
Twenty minutes later, we arrived at Sterling Enterprises' Dallas headquarters, a forty-story glass tower overlooking the city's financial district.
I had visited the building only a handful of times. Most employees knew me as Charles Sterling's granddaughter, but few knew the extent of my involvement in his charitable foundations.
Today, I didn't care who recognized me.
I needed answers.
Margaret met us in a private conference room on the thirty-second floor. A laptop sat open on the table beside a stack of printed documents.
“Security has retrieved the access logs,” she said.
“Someone entered the archives using credentials assigned to a former Crawford Industries consultant.””
Grandpa sat down.
“Name?””
“Michael Reeves. He worked with Crawford Industries until last year.””
I frowned.
“I know that name.””
Margaret looked at me.
“How?””
“Daniel mentioned him once. He said Michael helped restructure the company's debt.””
“Was he involved in the merger negotiations?””
“Not officially.””
Grandpa leaned forward.
“Then why would he access an investigation into Richard Bennett?””
Margaret clicked a key.
“That's what we're trying to establish.””
A security video appeared on the screen.
It showed a man entering the Sterling Enterprises archive room after hours. He wore a dark baseball cap and carried a laptop bag.
The timestamp read 11:43 p.m., three nights earlier.
The man glanced at the camera before using an access card to enter the room.
I leaned closer.
“Can you zoom in?””
Margaret enlarged the image.
The man turned his head slightly.
I recognized him.
“That's Michael Reeves.””
Grandpa looked at me sharply.
“Are you certain?””
“Yes. Daniel showed me a photograph of him during a company dinner last year.””
Margaret paused the footage.
“There's more.””
She opened another file. This one showed the same man leaving the building twenty-seven minutes later.
His bag looked noticeably fuller.
“Security confronted him the following morning,” she explained.
“He claimed he'd been retrieving personal records with permission from a former colleague. However, no authorization was recorded.””
“Was anything missing?”” I asked.
“Not from the physical archives. But someone downloaded three files.””
Grandpa's face hardened.
“Which files?””
Margaret turned the laptop toward us.
The first contained the old investigation into Richard.
The second was a confidential summary of my mother's estate.
The third was a document labeled *Bennett Family Trust — Beneficiary Amendments*.
I stopped breathing.
“My mother's trust?””
Grandpa nodded slowly.
“Your mother established a trust for you before she died. Most of it was intended to remain inaccessible until you turned thirty-five.””
“Why didn't you tell me?””
“Because the trust was designed to protect you from people who might exploit your inheritance. I was its custodian, and I believed keeping the details private was the safest choice.””
I stared at the screen.
“Who can change the beneficiaries?””
“Only under very specific conditions. Any amendment requires independent verification and approval from the designated trustees.””
“Could Richard change it?””
“No.””
“Could Daniel?””
“Absolutely not.””
I looked at the downloaded file again.
“Then why steal it?””
Grandpa didn't answer.
Margaret opened the document's access history.
“Someone attempted to submit an amendment yesterday morning. The request was rejected because the identity verification failed.””
My fingers went cold.
“Who was the amendment supposed to benefit?””
Margaret hesitated.
“The submitted copy lists an entity called Northstar Holdings.””
Grandpa's expression changed.
He stood so abruptly that his chair scraped against the floor.
“Northstar?””
“You recognize it?”” I asked.
He walked to the window.
“Northstar Holdings was one of the shell companies identified in our original investigation into Richard. We never established who ultimately controlled it.””
I felt as though I were trapped inside a nightmare that kept revealing another locked door.
“Can we find out who owns it now?””
“Possibly,” Margaret said.
“But the ownership structure is deliberately complicated.””
Grandpa turned back toward her.
“Start with the people who created the company. I want every filing, every director, every financial connection.””
Margaret nodded and left to contact the legal team.
I remained at the table, staring at my mother's name on the screen.
For six years, I had carried the quiet guilt of believing I hadn't spent enough time with her during her final months. I had been twenty-two, busy with work, convinced there would always be another Sunday dinner.
Now I wondered whether she had been trying to warn me about something I had never understood.
“Grandpa,” I whispered, “did Mom ever tell you she was afraid someone would come after me?””
He turned away from the window.
“Yes.””
My throat tightened.
“What did she say?””
“She told me that if anything happened to her, I must never let Richard get access to your trust.””
I gripped the table.
“Why didn't you tell me that before?””
“Because I believed the threat had ended when Richard disappeared.””
“And now?””
He looked at the security footage.
“Now I believe someone has been waiting for the right opportunity.””
My phone vibrated.
A message from an unknown number appeared on the screen.
*You should have left Daniel at the altar when you had the chance. Your mother tried to uncover the truth. Look what happened to her.*
I read it twice.
Then I handed the phone to Grandpa.
He studied the message without speaking.
“Can you trace it?”” I asked.
“Not from the number alone,” he replied.
“But we'll preserve it and pass it to the authorities.””
Another message arrived.
This one contained an image.
I opened it.
The photograph showed my mother standing outside a restaurant, her face turned toward someone just beyond the frame.
The date in the corner was six months before her death.
I had never seen the photograph before.
But I recognized the man standing beside her.
Richard Bennett.
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And beneath the image was a single sentence.
*Ask your grandfather why he paid your uncle to disappear.*
