Chapter 9 - THE LAST CONVERSATION
I almost refused to listen.
Part of me wanted Anna’s final night to remain untouched.
I remembered her sitting beside me on the couch.
Her feet tucked beneath a blanket.
Lily asleep upstairs.
Anna had kissed my cheek before bed.
She had seemed distracted.
I had assumed she was tired.
Now I knew she was carrying a secret that could destroy our family.
The recording began with Anna speaking.
“Michael, I know what you did.”
My brother’s voice answered.
“You think you know.”
“I have the statements.”
“You moved money through Mom’s foundation.”
Evelyn’s foundation.
Michael sighed.
“It was temporary.”
“You stole from Lily.”
“I borrowed against money she won’t touch for years.”
“She is your niece.”
“I know who she is.”
Anna’s voice grew colder.
“Then act like it.”
There was movement.
A chair scraping.
Michael spoke again.
“You don’t understand what I owe.”
“I don’t care.”
“I can fix it.”
“No.”
“I’m telling Daniel tomorrow.”
A long silence followed.
Then Michael said something that made my skin crawl.
“Daniel will choose me.”
Anna laughed once.
Not because anything was funny.
“No, Michael.”
“He won’t.”
The recording ended several minutes later with Michael leaving.
There was no threat.
No violence.
Nothing suggesting Anna’s death the next morning was anything except the medical tragedy every doctor had already confirmed.
But it explained Michael’s desperation.
Anna was going to expose him.
Her death had saved him from consequences.
For two years, he had benefited from a coincidence so perfect that he must have believed he was untouchable.
Then Reed found something inside the financial records.
Michael had not started stealing because of Evelyn.
He had started six months before Anna died.
The first transfer went to a failed real estate project.
The second paid off private lenders.
By the time Evelyn discovered what he had done, Michael already owed more than $300,000.
Instead of reporting him, she joined him.
Why?
Because Evelyn had her own problem.
Her prestigious charity was collapsing.
Donations had fallen.
Administrative expenses were hidden.
She had been using trust money to keep the organization alive and preserve her reputation.
Two desperate people had found the perfect victim.
A little girl with three million dollars.
My daughter.
That night, Michael finally contacted me again.
This time he sent a voice message.
“Daniel, Evelyn is lying to save herself.”
“I can prove it.”
“Meet me tomorrow.”
“Come alone.”
“Bring Anna’s drive.”
Then he gave me an address.
An underground parking garage downtown.
Collins listened to the message twice.
“You are not going alone.”
I looked at her.
“I know.”
She seemed surprised.
“What changed?”
I looked toward Lily’s room.
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“For two years, I reacted like a grieving husband.”
“Now I need to think like her father.”
