Chapter 4 - The Man Carter Fired
Eleanor did not touch the flash drive immediately.
That surprised Lucas.
It surprised Ethan too.
“Mom?”
“Put it on the table.”
Lucas obeyed.
Eleanor studied the black plastic device as though it might explode.
Eleven years earlier, Blake Turner had been a vice president at Carter Strategic Capital.
Smart.
Charming.
Patient.
He had also manipulated valuation reports to conceal losses inside a regional development fund.
Eleanor’s late husband, Richard, had trusted him.
Eleanor had not.
When she uncovered the discrepancies, Turner blamed an accounting error.
Then an assistant.
Then software.
The evidence ultimately showed deliberate falsification.
He was fired.
The company settled several investor claims and reported the matter to regulators.
No criminal conviction followed, partly because the most provable conduct fell into complicated civil territory and because investors recovered their money.
But Turner vanished from respectable finance.
Until now.
“What was he doing here?” Ethan asked.
Patricia folded her arms.
“He consults for us.”
Eleanor laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“Of course he does.”
Vanessa looked between them.
“Who is Blake Turner?”
“You met him,” Patricia said.
“When?”
“The brunch in February.”
“That man was Blake?”
Ethan turned to Vanessa.
“You knew him?”
“I knew someone named Blake. Mom introduced him as a restructuring consultant.”
Eleanor believed her surprise.
For now.
She looked at Lucas.
“What did you see?”
“I was clearing glasses after a meeting. Mrs. Mitchell and Mr. Turner were in the study.”
“Alone?”
“At first. Then another man came.”
“Name?”
“I don’t know.”
Eleanor nodded toward the flash drive.
“How did you get that?”
“It was on the carpet beside the desk.”
“Why keep it?”
Lucas flushed.
“I planned to return it. But when I asked Mrs. Mitchell the next morning if someone had lost a drive, she told me nothing was missing.”
Patricia’s eyes hardened.
“You stole from me.”
“No, ma’am.”
“You removed property from my house.”
“I found it.”
“Enough,” Ethan said.
Patricia faced him.
“Are you seriously taking a waiter’s word over mine?”
Ethan’s answer came immediately.
“At the moment, yes.”
Patricia looked stunned.
Eleanor saw Vanessa close her eyes.
Something was breaking between them all.
Ethan turned to Lucas.
“Did you plug it into anything?”
“No.”
“Good.”
Eleanor reached for her phone.
“I’m calling counsel.”
Patricia stepped forward.
“You are not taking that drive.”
Eleanor looked at her.
“Why?”
“Because it may contain confidential company information.”
“That would be a reason not to examine it casually. Not a reason to destroy it.”
“I didn’t say destroy.”
“No. You simply moved toward it.”
Patricia stopped.
Vanessa stared at her mother.
“Mom, what’s on it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then why are you afraid?”
“I’m not afraid.”
Eleanor called Rebecca Sloan.
Rebecca had served as Carter Strategic Capital’s general counsel for seven years.
She answered on the second ring.
“Eleanor?”
“I need you at Belle Meade.”
Rebecca paused.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“I found Blake Turner.”
A longer pause.
“Do not touch anything he handled.”
“Already ahead of you.”
“I’m coming.”
Eleanor ended the call.
Patricia scoffed.
“This is theatrical.”
“No,” Eleanor said. “A hose was theatrical.”
Ethan walked toward the study.
“Where are you going?”
“To see where Lucas found it.”
Patricia blocked the doorway.
“No.”
The single word changed the room.
Ethan stopped.
Vanessa looked at her mother.
“Move.”
Patricia did not.
“Mom.”
“This is my house.”
Again Eleanor noticed the phrasing.
My house.
Yet the records she had reviewed showed multiple liens.
A scheduled balloon payment was due in less than three months.
And a recent financing package referenced a Carter entity without Eleanor’s authorization.
Eleanor rose.
“Patricia, if Turner is working for you and Ethan’s signature appears on financial documents he didn’t authorize, this stopped being a family disagreement the moment Lucas said his name.”
Patricia’s face tightened.
“You think your money lets you control everyone.”
“No.”
Eleanor picked up the damp grocery bag.
“My money taught me how people behave when they want access to it.”
Vanessa looked wounded.
“Was that what tonight was? You thought I wanted Ethan’s money?”
Eleanor turned.
“I thought you might value status more than character.”
Vanessa looked away.
“And after tonight?” she asked.
Eleanor hesitated.
“After tonight, I know you do.”
The words landed harder than shouting.
Ethan stared at the lawn through the windows.
Vanessa’s engagement party decorations glittered outside.
Twenty minutes earlier they had represented a future.
Now they looked like evidence from a crime scene.
Lucas cleared his throat.
“There’s something else.”
Patricia’s shoulders stiffened.
Eleanor faced him.
“What?”
Lucas looked toward the hallway.
“Last week, after Mr. Turner left, Mrs. Mitchell told me to take a box of shredded paper to the service dumpster.”
Patricia closed her eyes.
Lucas continued.
“The shredder jammed.”
Ethan turned.
“And?”
“There was one page it didn’t destroy.”
Lucas reached inside his jacket.
He unfolded a creased sheet.
At the top appeared Carter Strategic Capital’s logo.
At the bottom appeared Ethan’s signature.
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