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Aunt Denise refused to discuss Rebecca until the investigator arrived.

She sat at the dining table with her hands wrapped around a glass of water, staring at the photograph as though it had opened a door she had spent years trying to keep closed.

Vanessa's sister had died eleven years earlier.

According to the family, Rebecca had suffered a medical emergency while working for a small financial services company. Her death had been ruled accidental, and the family had accepted the explanation.

But Denise had never believed the story was complete.

"Rebecca was careful with money," she told us.

"She kept records of everything. When she died, several files disappeared from her apartment.""

Dad leaned forward.

"What kind of files?""

"Client accounts. Insurance documents. Copies of financial authorizations.""

My stomach tightened.

"Did Rebecca work with Vanessa?""

"Not officially. Vanessa was younger and worked elsewhere. But she visited Rebecca's office sometimes.""

Denise glanced at the photograph.

"After Rebecca died, Vanessa told us her sister had been involved in a dispute with a client. She said the company had handled everything and there was no reason to ask questions.""

"Did anyone investigate?"" Dad asked.

"The police investigated the death. I don't know whether they examined her work records. Vanessa told us the matter was closed.""

Mr. Bennett, who had joined us after contacting the investigator, looked troubled.

"Did Rebecca have any connection to Sarah Carter?""

Denise shook her head.

"Not that I knew of.""

I placed Mom's letter on the table.

"Then why would Mom write that Vanessa knew what happened to Rebecca?""

Denise read the sentence twice.

"Perhaps Sarah knew something about the circumstances of her death.""

The investigator arrived shortly afterward. His name was Robert Hayes, the same man who had contacted us about the disputed trust transfer.

He photographed the documents, took statements, and asked Denise to explain everything she remembered about Rebecca.

When he finished, he looked at Dad.

"We have located Vanessa's vehicle through a traffic camera. She hasn't left the county yet.""

"Can you find her?"" I asked.

"We're trying to contact her. She has not been formally charged, and we need to distinguish between what the records show and what we can prove.""

He examined the photograph one more time.

"Do you know where this picture was taken?""

I recognized the building.

It was the former headquarters of the insurance company where Vanessa had worked.

Mr. Hayes wrote down the address.

"We'll request the archived employment records and any available documentation connected to Rebecca's death.""

Dad looked at the investigator.

"If Vanessa accessed Sarah's information through that company, there may be a record.""

"Possibly. But old records can be incomplete, and we cannot assume the photograph proves misconduct.""

I appreciated his caution.

We had spent days jumping from one frightening possibility to another. I wanted answers, but I wanted answers that would stand up to scrutiny.

When the investigator left, Denise took a small key from her purse.

"There is something else," she said.

She placed it in front of Brittany.

"Rebecca gave this to your mother shortly before she died. Vanessa told us it opened a storage box, but I never learned what happened to it.""

Brittany stared at the key.

"Why didn't you tell me?""

"Because your mother told me to keep quiet. She said the past was finished.""

Dad picked up the key.

"Do you know where the storage box is?""

Denise shook her head.

"No. But Rebecca used to rent a small office near the old train station. If the box still exists, the storage company may have records.""

Mr. Bennett suggested that we give the key to the investigator rather than search for the box ourselves.

By evening, Robert Hayes had obtained information about a storage facility where Rebecca had rented a unit. The rental had ended years earlier, but the company had retained an archived inventory.

The investigator arranged to inspect the contents the following morning.

I barely slept.

At eight, Dad drove me to the storage facility. Mr. Bennett met us there, and Robert Hayes arrived with another investigator.

The unit was no longer active, but several boxes had been transferred to long-term storage after Rebecca's death.

Inside one box, we found old notebooks, photographs, insurance records, and a sealed envelope bearing Vanessa's former name.

The investigator opened it carefully.

Inside was a handwritten letter from Rebecca.

Vanessa,

I know what you have been doing with the client files. I know you accessed information you had no right to see, and I know you used my credentials to make it appear that the requests came from me.

My mouth went dry.

The letter continued.

I have given you an opportunity to correct this. If you continue, I will report what happened and provide the records to the company.

There was no date on the first page.

The second page contained one.

It was dated three weeks before Rebecca died.

Dad looked at the investigator.

"Does this prove Vanessa caused her death?""

"No," Robert replied firmly.

"It proves Rebecca had accused her of misusing access credentials. It does not establish the circumstances of her death.""

He placed the letter in an evidence sleeve.

"We'll need to verify its authenticity and compare it with the employment records.""

Then he examined a notebook from the same box.

Several entries referred to Sarah Carter.

One read:

Vanessa asked about Sarah's insurance information again. I refused to provide it.

Another was dated two weeks later.

Sarah contacted me directly. She says someone is using her details to access an account. I told her to document everything and contact the authorities.

I gripped the edge of the table.

Mom had been trying to uncover what happened.

Rebecca had warned Vanessa.

And both women had documented the same pattern of suspicious access.

But the final page of the notebook contained a handwritten name and telephone number.

Daniel Reeves.

Beneath it, Rebecca had written:

If anything happens to me, make sure Sarah receives the original ledger.

The investigator searched the box.

There was no ledger.

Instead, he found a photograph of Rebecca standing beside a filing cabinet. On the cabinet was a label bearing the name of the insurance company.

A handwritten note on the back read:

The original records are not in the office.

Dad stared at the photograph.

"Where are they?""

No one answered.

Then my phone rang.

The caller was Vanessa.

I looked at Dad.

He nodded for me to answer, with the investigator listening beside me.

"Emily," Vanessa said, her voice shaking.

"I know they've shown you the letter.""

"Yes.""

"You don't understand what Rebecca was doing.""

"Then explain it.""

"She was going to destroy me. She said she'd report me, even though she knew I was trying to help her.""

"Help her do what?""

Vanessa began crying.

"I never wanted Rebecca to die.""

The words made the room go silent.

Dad leaned closer to the phone.

"Vanessa, nobody has accused you of causing her death. But you need to explain the documents.""

She drew a ragged breath.

"Rebecca had discovered that Daniel was moving money through accounts he didn't own. She believed I was helping him. She was right about the records, but she didn't know why I was involved.""

"Why were you involved?"" I asked.

"Because Daniel had something on my family. Something he threatened to expose if I refused to cooperate.""

"What?""

Vanessa was silent.

Then she whispered, "The original ledger.""

Robert Hayes motioned for me to keep her talking.

"Where is it?""

"I don't know anymore.""

"Where was it when Rebecca died?""

Vanessa began sobbing.

"At my house.""

Dad's face hardened.