She nodded.
A terrible feeling settled inside me.
Daniel had helped me sell the house.
Malcolm had stolen company money.
And both transactions appeared to lead toward the same network of businesses.
I looked at the sale price again.
Then at the estimated market value.
Daniel had presented the offer as fair.
But recent comparable sales suggested the property might have been worth substantially more.
My hands began shaking.
I thought I’d been punishing Trevor.
Instead, someone may have used my anger and injuries to persuade me to sell a valuable property on unfavorable terms.
I closed my eyes.
They had counted on me reacting emotionally.
And perhaps, for one terrible moment, I’d done exactly what they wanted.
***
I called an independent attorney that afternoon.
Her name was Helen Brooks.
She specialized in complex property disputes.
I explained everything.
The assault.
The attempted loans.
The forged signatures.
The missing company funds.
