For several seconds, I couldn’t speak.
Six million dollars.
Gone.
And the man standing beside my daughter-in-law in the photograph was Malcolm Whitmore.
My business partner.
My closest adviser.
The man who had helped me build Cedarline Capital from a struggling property company into a business worth tens of millions.
For thirty-two years, I’d trusted him with everything.
Company accounts.
Investment decisions.
Confidential documents.
Even the details of my husband’s estate after he died.
Now Detective Olivia Grant was telling me Malcolm might have helped my son steal from me.
I looked down at the photograph.
Kristen stood outside First National Bank, smiling as Malcolm handed her a folder.
The picture had been taken eleven days earlier.
Eleven days before Trevor struck me thirty times because I refused to transfer the River Oaks property into his name.
My stomach tightened.
“How long has this been happening?”
Detective Grant sat across from me.
