Chapter 11 - THE BOATHOUSE
The lake cabin was ninety miles north.
Police reached it first.
The front door was open.
No one inside.
The hidden compartment under the boathouse floor had been forced.
Empty.
We were too late.
Or so we thought.
I went there the next morning with Grant.
Standing inside that old boathouse felt like stepping into another life.
My father teaching me to fish.
My mother sitting on the dock with lemonade.
Nothing about that place belonged in this nightmare.
Grant examined the broken boards.
“Who knew about the compartment?”
“My parents. Me. Maybe Matt.”
“Daniel?”
“No.”
“Howard?”
“Possibly.”
I crouched near the floor.
Something looked wrong.
The compartment had always been beneath the fourth board from the wall.
This opening was beneath the fifth.
“Wait.”
I counted again.
Fourth board.
Untouched.
I pried it up.
Underneath was a metal box.
My mother had built a second hiding place.
I almost laughed.
“Classic Diane Carter,” I whispered.
Inside were three flash drives.
A notebook.
Bank records.
And a small voice recorder.
We played the recording.
My mother’s voice filled the boathouse.
“If you’re hearing this, then I wasn’t being paranoid.”
I closed my eyes.
Six years.
I hadn’t heard her voice in six years.
She described Daniel’s fraud.
Howard’s involvement.
Offshore accounts.
False vendors.
Then she said something I wasn’t prepared for.
“I believe Daniel knows Ryan is the eventual controller of the family shares. If he cannot access the company through me, he may eventually try through my son.”
Grant looked at me.
My mother had predicted it.
Not Amanda.
Not specifically.
But the strategy.
The recorder continued.
“Howard thinks Daniel can be managed. He is wrong.”
Then a sound came from outside.
Gravel crunching beneath tires.
Grant immediately reached for her weapon.
“Stay here.”
A car door slammed.
Then another.
Voices.
Grant called for backup.
We moved away from the windows.
A man shouted from outside.
“Ryan!”
Not Daniel.
Marcus.
Grant positioned herself near the door.
“Show your hands!”
Marcus appeared on the dock.
Both hands raised.
His face looked exhausted.
“I came alone.”
“You’re wanted for questioning,” Grant called.
“I know.”
“Get on your knees.”
“I need to tell Ryan something first.”
“No.”
Marcus laughed bitterly.
“You’re still treating Daniel like a fraud guy.”
Grant said nothing.
Marcus looked toward me through the doorway.
“He isn’t here for the money anymore.”
“Then what does he want?”
Marcus stared straight at me.
“Your mother left evidence that could put him away for the rest of his life.”
“I figured that out.”
“No.”
Marcus shook his head.
“You didn’t.”
He took a breath.
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“He thinks Sophie knows where the last copy is.”
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