How many other wives have you done this to? How many other businesses have you helped destroy? Brook’s composure cracked just slightly. Catherine, still playing detective, I see. Did you tell Rebecca why you really started investigating the family about your own failed business ventures? You mean the business you and Matthew sabotaged? Kate’s voice was steady.
The one you destroyed because I wouldn’t play along with your schemes. Yes, Brooke. I told her everything. Leah’s hand tightened around mine. Becca, she whispered the notebook in my bedside drawer. I reached over and pulled open the drawer. Inside was a worn leather journal similar to Kate’s, but older, more worn. Brooke took a step forward, but Officer Taylor moved to block her path.
Three years ago, Leah said, her voice gaining strength. I found irregularities in the books, not just in the company I worked for, but patterns across multiple Harrison businesses. I started keeping records, she nodded at the journal. Then I started getting sick. At first, just small things, dizzy spells, fatigue. when I finally got diagnosed.
Are you suggesting? Brook’s voice was dangerous. I’m not suggesting anything. Leah met her gaze steadily. I’m stating facts. I kept copies of everything I found. The original records are safe with my lawyer, sealed with instructions to be opened if anything happens to me. Did you really think I wouldn’t protect myself? Protect my sister? Malcolm moved toward the door, but Officer Taylor stepped into his path.
Going somewhere? What happened next seemed to unfold in slow motion. Brooke reached into her designer handbag. Kate shouted a warning. I threw myself in front of Leah’s bed, but it wasn’t a weapon Brooke pulled out. It was a phone. Matthew. She spoke into it, her voice ice cold. It’s time for plan B. The hospital room’s lights flickered, then went out completely.
