Chapter 11 - Richard’s Last Fund
Eleanor read the note three times.
Rebecca read it twice.
Patricia refused to read it at all.
That was enough to make Eleanor suspicious.
“What do you know about Richard’s last development fund?”
Patricia turned toward the staircase.
“Nothing.”
“You answered quickly.”
“Because I have nothing to say.”
“The fund invested in Tennessee land.”
“Lots of funds invested in Tennessee land.”
“It lost forty-two million dollars.”
Vanessa stared at Eleanor.
“I thought Ethan’s father was extremely successful.”
“He was.”
“Then how did he lose forty-two million?”
“Success doesn’t prevent losses.”
Eleanor slipped the note into an evidence sleeve.
Richard’s final major investment fund had been created seven years before his death.
Carter Regional Development Fund IV.
It invested in mixed-use real estate across Tennessee, Kentucky, and Georgia.
Most projects succeeded.
Three did not.
One collapse had always bothered Eleanor.
A land acquisition outside Franklin had been valued at nearly sixty million dollars during financing.
Two years later, after zoning disputes and creditor litigation, the land sold for less than twenty.
Richard accepted responsibility publicly.
Privately he suspected manipulated appraisals.
He never proved it.
Eleanor remembered the months of sleepless nights.
She remembered Richard sitting at the kitchen table after midnight, surrounded by paper.
Someone had lied to him.
He knew it.
But cancer arrived before answers did.
Rebecca watched Eleanor’s face.
“You’re thinking about Franklin.”
“Yes.”
“What’s Franklin?” Vanessa asked.
Eleanor looked at Patricia.
Patricia had become very still.
“Mitchell Development owned adjacent parcels.”
Vanessa turned slowly.
“Mom?”
Patricia shook her head.
“Charles handled those investments.”
“Did Richard Carter invest with Dad?”
“Not directly.”
Eleanor’s mind began reconstructing old files.
The failed Franklin project had used several intermediary companies.
One was called Cumberland Meridian LLC.
Another was Tennessee Growth Partners.
She remembered a third.
“Mitchell Land Services.”
Patricia said nothing.
Rebecca opened her laptop.
“That was Charles’s company?”
“A subsidiary,” Eleanor said.
Vanessa sat down.
“Why has nobody ever mentioned this?”
“Because it was seven years before you met Ethan.”
Eleanor looked toward the dark lawn.
Maybe the relationship between their families had not started at the charity dinner.
Maybe it had started with their fathers.
Or with money.
“Who could have put the note in the bag?” Rebecca asked.
Lucas had touched it.
Ethan had carried it briefly.
Several guests had been near Eleanor during the confrontation.
House staff moved around constantly.
“It could be anyone.”
“Or Turner,” Rebecca said.
Eleanor considered that.
“Why warn me?”
“To redirect blame.”
“Possibly.”
Patricia finally spoke.
“Richard made bad investments. That has nothing to do with Vanessa.”
Eleanor turned.
“I never said it did.”
Patricia realized the mistake.
Her defensiveness connected the issues more strongly than Eleanor had.
Rebecca saw it too.
“Did Blake Turner work on Fund IV?”
Eleanor nodded.
“He reviewed valuations.”
Vanessa covered her face.
“Oh God.”
Eleanor felt a chill.
Blake had manipulated valuation reports years earlier.
The investigation that caused his firing focused on a different fund.
What if they had discovered only the smallest part?
Rebecca asked, “Was Franklin included in the internal review?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“The losses were attributed to zoning and market conditions.”
“And Turner?”
“He insisted his valuation work was proper.”
Eleanor remembered Richard defending him.
Blake made mistakes, Ellie. He didn’t build the market.
Eleanor had disagreed.
But they never investigated Franklin deeply.
Richard became ill the following year.
The company shifted attention.
Time buried suspicion beneath new problems.
Until tonight.
Vanessa stood.
“I want to know what my father did.”
Patricia snapped, “Your father is dead.”
“So is Richard.”
“Exactly. Let them rest.”
Eleanor’s voice sharpened.
“Dead men do not require lies to protect them.”
Patricia looked furious.
“You think because you survived your husband you understand mine?”
Eleanor stared at her.
“No. I understand accounts.”
Patricia laughed bitterly.
“Of course.”
“And accounts remember.”
Eleanor picked up the grocery bag.
She suddenly wanted to leave.
Not because she was frightened.
Because she needed distance from the estate.
Every beautiful object now felt like something purchased by hidden debt.
At the door, Vanessa called after her.
“Eleanor.”
She turned.
Vanessa stood barefoot in her ivory dress.
Without the engagement ring, she looked younger.
Less polished.
“Did you really come here tonight only to test me?”
Eleanor considered the question.
“No.”
Vanessa looked surprised.
“I came because I saw Patricia’s company using a Carter name in a financing package.”
“So you already suspected us.”
“I suspected something.”
“And the clothes?”
“That part was for you.”
Vanessa looked down.
“I failed.”
Eleanor’s expression softened slightly.
“Yes.”
Vanessa nodded through tears.
“I know.”
Eleanor walked toward the door.
Then Vanessa said something unexpected.
“I think I know who put the note in your bag.”
Eleanor stopped.
“Who?”
Vanessa looked toward the kitchen.
“The woman who apologized to you before leaving.”
Eleanor remembered her.
Tall.
Dark hair.
Green dress.
She had whispered, I’m sorry.
“Who is she?”
Vanessa answered.
“Claire Holloway.”
Rebecca’s head snapped up.
Eleanor knew the surname too.
Claire Holloway was the daughter of Grant Holloway.
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