“Ms. Davis, I’m sorry we’re meeting under these circumstances.”
“What did you find?”
She and Beckett exchanged a look.
Beckett closed the door.
“The search of your parents’ house uncovered several forged documents bearing your name.”
“How many?”
“Twenty-three.”
The number stunned me.
“Bank authorizations, property transfers, trust waivers, and a document stating you intended to leave the country permanently.”
“I’ve never even had a passport.”
“We know.”
Lena Morris opened the file.
“They also drafted a letter supposedly written by you.”
“What did it say?”
“That you were ending your engagement, cutting contact with your family, and moving abroad due to emotional instability.”
Wyatt stood so quickly that his chair scraped the floor.
“They were going to make her disappear.”
The prosecutor’s expression remained controlled.
“That is one possibility.”
“One possibility?” he snapped.
“Wyatt,” I whispered.
He looked at me, then forced himself to sit.
Detective Beckett continued.
“We also found a recent life insurance policy.”
My stomach clenched.
“On whom?”
“You.”
“For how much?”
“Two million dollars.”
“Who was the beneficiary?”
“Melrose Residential Partners.”
The room went silent.
I could hear the heart monitor beside me.
Steady.
Mechanical.
Proof that I was still alive.
“I never purchased a policy.”
“The application appears to contain a forged medical examination and forged signatures.”
Lena Morris opened another document.
“There is also evidence your parents took out loans using property that should have belonged to your trust.”
“How much?”
“Nearly four million dollars.”
Wyatt looked sick.
I stared at the bandages covering my hands where the nurses had cleaned dried blood from beneath my nails.
My parents had stolen my inheritance.
My sister had built a company from it.
And when the truth was about to surface, they had decided to erase me.
“What about Walter?” I asked.
Detective Beckett’s jaw tightened.
“He’s awake.”
“Did he talk?”
