I found my five-year-old daughter kneeling beside a banquet trash cart, stuffing discarded rolls into a plastic bag.
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Chapter 13 - MALCOLM
Malcolm Reed had worked for my family twenty-one years.
My father trusted him.
I did too.
He knew passwords.
Properties.
Vendors.
Family scandals.
When confronted, he said:
“Mrs. Sterling believed Alexander’s European travel presented security concerns.”
Nonsense.
“Why notify North Coast of my death?”
“We did not.”
Daniel showed him email.
Malcolm stared.
“That was a draft.”
“It was sent.”
Silence.
“Who sent it?”
“I don’t know.”
Metadata:
His credentials.
Device:
Family Management office workstation.
Could be him.
May you like
Could be someone with access.
Not enough yet.
