Chapter 33 - A Fox in the Parlor
The silence between us lengthened, heavy and suffocating. Walter did not blink. He stood there in his impeccably tailored charcoal coat, resting his weight on the brass eagle of his cane, watching me calibrate my breathing.
He knew. Or at least, he suspected that the walls of his quiet empire were beginning to show hair-line fractures.
"I don't know what ledger you're talking about, Walter," I said, keeping my tone perfectly neutral, the voice I used when dealing with stubborn contractors and volatile board members. "Everything Marcus recovered from the freight terminal went straight into the evidence lockup at the district attorney's office."
Walter shook his head slowly, a faint, pitying smile touching the corners of his mouth. "Nora, please. You have always been the sharpest of the children. It was why your grandfather left the voting shares in the foundation to you, rather than to your father or to Greg. You know as well as I do that David never kept his real records at the terminal. David was many things—cowardly, anxious, prone to moral panics—but he was not sloppy."
He moved past me toward the hearth, his gait slow and deliberate, the brass tip of his cane clicking rhythmically against the hardwood. He stopped in front of the cold fireplace, turning his gaze toward the staircase that led up to Chloe's bedroom.
My stomach seized violently. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to step between him and those stairs.
"Chloe is sleeping soundly, I trust?" Walter asked softly, his eyes lingering on the second-floor landing. "A terrible week for a child. That Easter gathering... Melissa was entirely out of line. Cruel, really. Allowing those unruly boys of hers to ruin the girl's dress, to mock her like that. A mother should teach her sons discipline. But Melissa was always like her mother—shallow, noisy, and remarkably shortsighted."
"Leave Chloe out of this, Walter," I said, the razor edge finally slipping into my voice despite my efforts to conceal it.
Walter turned back to me, raising his eyebrows in mild reproach. "I have no desire to disturb the child, Nora. Heaven forbid. I have always taken care of this family. When your father’s business failed twenty years ago, who do you think quietly bought up his personal debts and retired them? When Evelyn made those catastrophic investments in the offshore shell companies, who kept the creditors from seizing the family estate at Oak Ridge? It was I who bore that weight."
"And who told Greg to tamper with my brakes on Interstate 84?" I asked, the words flying out before I could stop them.
The air in the room seemed to drop ten degrees.
Walter's eyes flared with a cold, pale light. He didn't flinch. He didn't offer a theatrical gasp of surprise or an indignant denial. He simply tilted his head, regarding me with the calm detachment of a scientist observing an insect trapped beneath a glass slide.
"David spoke to you, then," Walter said flatly. It was not a question.
"David left a record," I countered, keeping my chin lifted, though my heart was hammering against my ribs like a trapped bird. "He documented every wire transfer, every shipping manifest alteration, every direct communication from your private terminal. The federal marshals have his affidavit, Walter. If you think taking that ledger will erase what he gave them, you're mistaken."
Walter chuckled softly, a dry, rattling sound. "David gave them scraps, my dear. He gave them Greg's signatures and Evelyn's corporate stamps. He gave them just enough rope to hang the two people who made the mistake of thinking they were my partners. But the foundational trust? The ownership of the terminal concessions across three states? That exists only on paper, signed by your grandfather, counter-signed by me, and certified in the Oak Ridge ledger."
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He took two deliberate steps toward the armchair where I had tucked the journal under the cushion.
"Now," Walter said, extending an open, leather-gloved hand toward me. "Give it to me, Nora. Before we have to make this unpleasant for your daughter."
