Rebecca’s forensic team had begun remotely.
Grace listened to Ethan’s voicemail.
His voice was tight.
“Grace, listen to me. Vanessa knew about Northstar. She knew about the trust. I don’t know how, but she knew things I never told her. Do not leave the resort with Pierce. Do not sign anything else. Harbor Crown may have been using her. Call me.”
Grace played it twice.
Not because she trusted Ethan.
Because she knew him.
The first half sounded frightened.
The second sounded controlling.
Real fear wrapped inside a command.
Very Ethan.
Declan leaned against the table.
“He may be right about Vanessa.”
“He may.”
“But?”
Grace looked at the phone.
“Ethan lies most convincingly when he mixes truth into it.”
Rebecca nodded.
“So we verify everything independently.”
“Exactly.”
Martin looked up from his laptop.
“I found something.”
They gathered behind him.
On the screen was a spreadsheet of vendor payments.
