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Chapter 11 - The Black Ledger

The black ledger contained thirty years of names.

Not rumors.

Not suspicions.

Names.

Amounts.

Dates.

Payments.

Judges who dismissed cases.

Senators who changed votes.

Police officials who buried investigations.

CEOs who moved foundation money into private accounts.

Every page could destroy careers.

Several pages could send powerful people to prison for decades.

At the bottom of one page was Richard Sloan.

Another listed Victor Hale.

Then we found Ethan.

His payments began only five years earlier.

He had been manipulated, but he had also profited.

Daniel stared at the page.

“My brother still made a choice.”

Margaret said nothing.

Near the end of the ledger, one name appeared repeatedly.

Eleanor Cole.

Beside it was a symbol.

A serpent.

Then I found Samuel Bennett.

My husband’s name was written beside a payment of five million dollars.

My heart stopped.

Vanessa whispered.

“Grace.”

“No.”

Samuel had never had that kind of money.

I turned the page.

Another entry appeared.

Samuel Bennett.

Five million dollars.

Status.

Rejected.

Below it, Charles had written a note.

Samuel refused.

E.C. considers him dangerous.

I covered my mouth.

The payment was not money Samuel received.

It was a bribe he refused.

Detective Monroe immediately photographed every page.

“We get this to federal prosecutors tonight.”

Daniel nodded.

Then the church doors slammed shut.

The lights went out.

I heard footsteps.

Richard Sloan’s voice came from the darkness.

“You should have left the past buried.”

Gunfire shattered a stained-glass window.

Daniel pulled me behind the altar.

Monroe returned fire.

Vanessa crawled toward the side aisle.

Richard was not alone.

Three armed men entered through the rear doors.

Then a different voice shouted.

“Grace, down.”

A man appeared from behind the choir balcony.

He tackled one attacker.

Detective Monroe disarmed another.

Richard fled through the sacristy.

The stranger turned toward us.

Vanessa gasped.

“Dad?”

Peter Cole stood there bleeding from his forehead.

He had escaped Eleanor’s men.

He looked at me for a long moment.

Then he said the strangest words I had ever heard.

May you like

“Hello, Grace.”

“I suppose I should have called you my sister years ago.”

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