Sell to developers at enormous profit.
But that alone was not a secret worth hiding for decades.
“What was illegal?”
“Your father never proved it.”
“What did he suspect?”
“That his father was not buying property for himself.”
Liam frowned.
“For whom?”
Evelyn looked at the photograph.
“For a network of silent investors.”
“Names.”
“I don’t have them.”
“You were his attorney.”
“I was his shield.”
The way she said it silenced me.
Evelyn leaned forward.
“Your father discovered that some of those investors had remained connected long after the original companies disappeared. Different businesses. Different industries. Different political affiliations. But the money moved through the same channels.”
“Lake Mercer.”
“Yes.”
I felt the old part of my mind awaken fully.
The forensic accountant.
The woman who could spend six hours following a transaction through fifteen corporations and still remember where every dollar entered the chain.
“How much money?”
