Chapter 9: Eighty-Four Thousand Dollars
Dad stared at the transfer.
“No.””
Melissa placed the bank statement flat on the table.
“Look at the account numbers.””
“No.””
“Daniel—”
“I said no.””
But he was already looking.
The transfer date was unmistakable.
April 18.
Four months after Mom died.
Months before Dad and Renee married.
Dad traced the line with one finger.
“How?””
Renee sat motionless on the couch.
I looked at her.
She wouldn't meet my eyes.
Dad turned to Melissa.
“Where did your father get this?””
“I don't know.””
“You brought it here.””
“I found it in his safe.””
“Why would he have Laura’s estate records?””
Melissa hesitated.
“Because Renee asked him for help.””
Dad’s head snapped toward his wife.
Renee stood.
“That money wasn't stolen.””
Nobody had called it stolen.
Not yet.
Dad’s voice became quiet.
“Then what was it?””
“A reimbursement.””
“For what?””
“Expenses.””
“What expenses?””
Renee looked toward me.
Then away.
“House expenses.””
Dad held up the statement.
“You didn't live here.””
“I was helping you.””
“We weren't married.””
“We were together.””
“For five months.””
“You were grieving!””
“So you took eighty-four thousand dollars?””
“I didn't take it!””
“Then explain the transfer.””
Renee pressed her lips together.
Melissa opened another folder.
“There are more.””
Dad looked at her.
“How many?””
“Transfers?””
“Yes.””
Melissa swallowed.
“Five that Dad flagged.””
My chest tightened.
Dad sat down.
“Total?””
Melissa didn't answer immediately.
“Melissa.””
“Just over two hundred and thirty thousand.””
Chloe gasped.
Even at eight, she understood that number was enormous.
Renee jumped up.
“They weren't all mine.””
Dad looked at her.
“What does that mean?””
“Some paid contractors.””
“What contractors?””
“The kitchen.””
Dad stared.
“We renovated the kitchen three years after we married.””
“I mean other work.””
“What work?””
“The roof. Plumbing. Repairs.””
Dad shook his head.
“I paid for the roof.””
Renee stopped.
“I have the invoice.””
“I don't remember every bill from seven years ago!””
“I do.””
Dad stood.
“Because Laura and I created that property reserve for Micah.””
I looked at him.
He turned toward me.
His face broke.
“It was supposed to protect the house.””
“What do you mean?””
“Your mother worried that if I lost my job or got sick after she died, I might have to sell. She wanted enough money set aside for taxes, repairs, emergencies.””
“And Renee got it?””
“I don't know how.””
Renee whispered, “Daniel.””
He ignored her.
“Laura handled most of the estate planning. I was a disaster after she died.””
His voice cracked.
“I signed whatever the estate office put in front of me. I couldn't sleep. I was trying to raise you. I was trying to work.””
“Dad.””
“I should have known.””
“Daniel,” Paulette said through the phone, “Laura didn't expect you to investigate your own wife seven years later.””
Renee laughed bitterly.
“Of course Paulette defends him.””
Dad turned.
“Explain the money.””
“I already did.””
“No. You said expenses. Show me.””
“I don't have seven-year-old receipts.””
Melissa pulled out another page.
“Dad did.””
Renee’s face changed.
Melissa laid three photocopied checks on the table.
The first was payable to Renee.
*$24,000 — CONSULTING.*
The second:
*$35,000 — PROPERTY MANAGEMENT.*
The third:
*$25,000 — REIMBURSEMENT.*
Dad stared.
“You were paid to manage a house you didn't own?””
Renee’s voice trembled.
“Your estate administrator approved those.””
“What administrator?””
She said nothing.
Dad stepped closer.
“What administrator?””
Renee whispered a name.
“Charles Vance.””
Dad frowned.
“I don't know Charles Vance.””
Melissa did.
Her eyes widened.
“Oh my God.””
“What?””
“Dad knew him.””
Renee glared at her sister.
Melissa ignored her.
“Charles worked with Dad years ago. Insurance, property paperwork, something like that.””
Dad looked at the checks again.
“Was he a lawyer?””
“No.””
“Accountant?””
“I don't think so.””
Elaine’s voice returned through my phone.
“Can someone send me a photograph of those documents?””
Dad picked it up.
“Why?””
“Because if money moved out of a protected estate reserve without authorization, Micah needs independent counsel immediately.””
Renee pointed toward the phone.
“She doesn't represent us.””
Elaine replied calmly.
“Correct. And I won't. There is a conflict.””
Dad photographed the statements.
“I'm sending them.””
Renee rushed forward.
Dad pulled the documents away.
“Stop touching evidence.””
“Stop calling everything evidence!””
“What should I call forged signatures and missing money?””
Her face twisted.
“You want to know where the money went?””
“Yes!””
“Fine!””
She grabbed one statement.
“You were drowning after Laura died.””
Dad stared.
“You stopped opening mail. You missed payments. You forgot insurance renewals. You barely functioned.””
“That doesn't explain your account.””
“I handled things!””
“You weren't my wife.””
“I was the person keeping you together!””
I watched Dad’s expression.
Renee saw an opening.
She stepped closer.
“Remember those months? You called me at two in the morning because Micah had a fever and you didn't know whether to take him to the hospital.””
Dad said nothing.
“You forgot to buy groceries. You left laundry in the washer for three days. You couldn't walk into Laura’s closet without breaking down.””
Dad’s eyes filled.
“I helped you.””
“Then why hide it?””
Renee stopped.
Dad tapped the statement.
“If every dollar was legitimate, why spend seven years trying to weaken Micah’s rights?””
“Because I knew how it would look!””
“No.””
His voice hardened.
“You knew what an independent review would find.””
Renee backed away.
Melissa reached into her purse.
“I have something else.””
Renee looked exhausted.
“What now?””
“Dad’s notebook.””
She produced a small leather book.
“He tracked the transfers.””
Dad opened it.
Dates.
Amounts.
Names.
Questions.
One sentence appeared repeatedly:
*Ask Renee for authorization document.*
Then, several pages later:
*Renee says Daniel signed. Daniel appears unaware.*
Dad stopped.
“When did your father write this?””
Melissa checked the date.
“Six years ago.””
Dad looked up.
“He knew six years ago?””
“He suspected.””
“Why didn't he tell me?””
Melissa’s voice cracked.
“Because Renee begged him not to destroy her marriage.””
Dad stared at her.
“And he agreed?””
“For a while.””
Renee whispered, “He loved me.””
Melissa looked at her sister.
“Yes. And then he realized protecting you meant hurting Micah.””
She turned another page.
Near the end, her father had written:
*If Renee continues, give everything to Daniel.*
Beneath it:
*Charles has original authorization.*
Dad tapped the name.
“Charles Vance.””
Melissa nodded.
“Dad tried contacting him before he died.””
“What happened?””
“He couldn't find him.””
I pulled out my phone.
“Maybe I can.””
Renee immediately said, “Micah, don't.””
I looked at her.
“Why?””
“He's an old man. Leave him alone.””
That was the wrong thing to say.
I searched.
Charles Vance Baltimore.
Several results appeared.
Then an obituary.
Not Charles.
His wife.
The obituary listed surviving family members.
One daughter.
*Elaine Vance Mercer.*
My heart started pounding.
“Elaine.””
Silence on the phone.
Dad looked at me.
“What?””
I turned the screen toward him.
Elaine finally spoke.
Her voice had changed.
“My maiden name is Vance.””
Dad lifted my phone.
“Charles Vance is your father?””
“Yes.””
“Did you know he was involved?””
“Not when Renee first contacted me.””
Renee closed her eyes.
Dad asked, “When did you find out?””
“Three weeks ago.””
The exact moment Elaine had stopped representing Renee.
Dad's grip tightened.
“Where is he?””
Elaine hesitated.
“In assisted living outside Annapolis.””
“Can he speak?””
“Some days.””
“Does he remember these transactions?””
Another pause.
“Yes.””
Renee suddenly grabbed her purse.
Dad moved toward the doorway.
“Where are you going?””
“I'm done being interrogated.””
“You're not taking Chloe.””
Renee stared at him.
“You can't stop me.””
Chloe spoke before Dad could.
“I don't want to go.””
Renee froze.
Chloe held my hand tighter.
“I want to stay with Micah.””
For the first time all night, Renee had no answer.
Then Elaine spoke.
“Daniel, there's something else my father told me.””
Dad looked at the phone.
“What?””
“When I showed him Renee’s name three weeks ago, he became extremely upset.””
“Why?””
“He kept repeating one sentence.””
Elaine’s voice dropped.
“He said the eighty-four thousand dollars wasn't the real reason Renee needed Micah removed from the household.””
My skin went cold.
Dad asked, “Then what was?””
Elaine took a breath.
“Because there's a second property in Laura’s trust.””
Renee stopped moving.
Dad stared at the phone.
“What second property?””
Elaine answered.
“A waterfront house outside Annapolis.””
I frowned.
Dad looked completely confused.
“We don't own a waterfront house.””
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“No,” Elaine said.
“Micah does.””
