Not this time.
He sat.
“Lake Mercer was an account Dad monitored,” he said. “He didn’t own it.”
“Who did?”
Liam looked toward Ruiz.
She waited.
Finally, he said, “I don’t know.”
I stared at him.
“You expect me to believe that?”
“No. That’s why I should have told you years ago.”
The room seemed to narrow.
Liam rested his elbows on his knees.
“Three months before Dad died, he came to see me at the hospital.”
I remembered that year.
I had been twenty-nine.
Newly engaged to Ethan.
My father had been recovering from heart surgery.
Liam was already an attending physician at Riverside.
“He told me he needed a favor,” Liam continued. “He gave me a sealed envelope and said that if anything happened to him, I was supposed to put it in a safe deposit box.”
“Anything happened to him?”
“I asked the same question.”
