“Julian, please. You knew my father.”
“Yes.”
“He would not want this.”
My father’s expression did not change.
“Your father tried to make my daughter a widow before she met you.”
Mavis shouted:
“That is a lie!”
Agents entered the mansion carrying a search warrant.
They located Victor’s hidden records behind a false wall in the wine cellar.
Mavis had stored them in waterproof cases.
Aircraft maintenance payments.
Property transfers.
Correspondence with the shell company that acquired Bellamy software.
There were also photographs of my father after the crash.
Someone had followed him during recovery.
Mavis had known exactly where he was for at least three months before federal authorities moved him.
My father looked at the photographs.
“You could have told Seraphina I was alive.”
Mavis’s eyes moved toward me.
“She would have left Grant.”
“That was the point,” Julian said.
Mavis’s silence confirmed it.
