Mark claimed he believed the trip had been approved.
Eleanor sent nothing.
That silence worried David more than any message could have.
At seven o’clock, Daniel called.
“I found Samuel Reeves.”
“Where?”
“Queens.”
“Can we speak to him?”
“Not yet. He’s seventy-eight and currently in assisted living.”
“Does he run Hudson Family Consulting?”
“According to the facility administrator, Samuel has advanced memory problems. His nephew handles his affairs.”
“What’s the nephew’s name?”
“Jonathan Reeves.”
David wrote it down.
“Do I know him?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Does my mother?”
Daniel paused.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Jonathan was employed by your mother for almost twelve years.”
David stood still.
“What did he do?”
“Financial administration.”
Maya, listening on speakerphone, closed her eyes.
“He had access to the accounts,” she said.
“Probably,” Daniel replied.
