Chapter 2 - The Woman in the Water
Eleanor remembered cold before she remembered pain.
Hands pulled her upward.
Someone shouted:
“Ma’am, stay with me!”
She coughed and opened her eyes.
Blue sky.
A man in an orange rescue vest.
A camera boat.
Not heaven.
She tried to speak.
“Jason…”
Lucas knelt nearby.
“Don’t talk.”
Eleanor grabbed his wrist.
“He pushed me.”
Lucas’s face changed.
“I know.”
Those two words kept her conscious.
At Bellweather Cay’s medical clinic, doctors stabilized her before helicopter transport to a mainland trauma center.
The irony was so sharp Lucas never mentioned it.
Another helicopter.
This time Eleanor was strapped safely inside.
Police were notified before Jason’s aircraft landed.
Daniel Hayes had already reported a passenger fall.
Jason stepped onto the Bellweather helipad appearing shattered.
“Where is she?”
The resort manager said carefully:
“Rescue teams are searching.”
Jason lowered his head.
He had no idea Eleanor had already left the island alive.
Police made the decision deliberately.
Until detectives understood what happened, Jason did not need to know.
Miriam Cole stood nearby holding her notary case against her chest.
She was pale.
Detective Leah Morgan approached.
“You were aboard?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see the fall?”
“No. I was facing forward.”
“Did you hear anything?”
“Mr. Reed said they were taking a photograph.”
“Did Mrs. Whitmore seem impaired?”
“No.”
“Confused?”
Miriam hesitated.
“No.”
“Did she understand the papers she signed?”
Another hesitation.
“I’m not sure.”
Leah noticed.
“Why?”
Miriam looked toward Jason.
“He kept answering questions for her.”
Jason raised his head.
“Miriam.”
Leah stepped between them.
“Please don’t communicate with a witness.”
“I’m her husband.”
“You are also present during an active investigation.”
That word—
husband—
seemed to steady Jason.
Exactly what he wanted.
At 4:17 p.m., while Eleanor underwent scans under a restricted hospital registration, Jason called attorney Blake Harmon.
“My wife had an accident.”
“What kind?”
“She fell from a helicopter.”
Blake went silent.
“Is she dead?”
“They haven’t found her.”
Another pause.
“Jason, do not discuss estate matters right now.”
“I’m not.”
“You called me.”
Jason closed his eyes.
“You prepared the documents.”
“Yes.”
“They’re effective?”
“Assuming valid execution and no contrary trust restrictions.”
Jason’s jaw tightened.
“What does that mean?”
“It means I told you from the beginning I had not reviewed her full estate architecture.”
“You said marriage changed everything.”
“I said marriage creates rights. That is not the same as controlling every trust.”
Jason looked toward Miriam.
The notary case contained the originals.
“When can you file them?”
“Jason.”
“When?”
“Not until we understand her status.”
Jason ended the call angrily.
Across the island, Lucas Trent duplicated the drone footage onto three drives.
One went to police.
One went to his company’s cloud archive.
One went into a waterproof case.
He had worked weddings for sixteen years.
He knew footage disappeared when wealthy people became frightened.
At the hospital, Eleanor woke after sunset.
Her attorney Grace Holloway sat beside her.
Grace was seventy-one and had represented Eleanor for thirty-three years.
The moment Eleanor saw her, she started crying.
Not from physical pain.
“Grace…”
“I’m here.”
“I was so stupid.”
Grace’s expression hardened.
“No.”
“I signed everything.”
“We’ll deal with paper later.”
“He made me believe…”
Eleanor looked away.
She could not finish.
That humiliation felt almost worse than the fall.
She had allowed herself to believe Jason desired her.
Wanted her.
Loved her.
Had she been nothing but an old woman desperate enough to become easy prey?
Grace took her hand.
“We are going to separate two questions.”
Eleanor looked at her.
“What he did.”
Grace squeezed gently.
“And what you wanted.”
Eleanor’s eyes filled again.
“Wanting companionship did not sign his conspiracy for him.”
Detective Leah Morgan entered shortly afterward.
“Mrs. Whitmore, I need to tell you something before we take a formal statement.”
Eleanor braced herself.
Leah placed a tablet on the bedside table.
“We have video.”
She played only six seconds.
Jason behind Eleanor.
His hands.
The push.
Eleanor closed her eyes.
“Turn it off.”
Leah stopped immediately.
“He thought nobody saw him.”
Eleanor stared at the ceiling.
“Does he know I’m alive?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Grace looked at her.
“Eleanor.”
For the first time since the rescue, something other than grief appeared in Eleanor’s face.
Strategy.
The woman who had built an empire.
“Don’t tell him yet.”
Leah studied her.
“Why?”
Eleanor turned toward Grace.
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