“And Flynn accepting Bellweather triggers disclosure?”
“Not exactly.”
She pulled another document from the file.
“His signature established something far more useful.”
“What?”
“Standing.”
I frowned.
“Explain.”
“The money stolen through Malcolm’s fund was eventually used to capitalize several entities that later became part of Vale Holdings.
Flynn inherited interests in those entities.”
“So?”
“So when he voluntarily accepted Bellweather, he also signed a sworn asset-origin disclosure required by one of Everett’s indemnity clauses.”
My pulse quickened.
“I saw that page.”
“He certified that none of the funds used by Vale Holdings originated from undisclosed claims, disputed trusts, or fraudulent transfers.”
I stared at her.
“He lied.”
“If the microfilm confirms what Everett believed, yes.”
“What happens then?”
Phoebe closed the file.
“That depends on whether Cordelia realizes what she stole.”
The victory party began at seven.
At seven-forty, I arrived.
I wore a black dress over the brace on my leg and walked with a cane.
