Chapter 3 - The Account That Wasn't Mine
Zurich.
One word.
That was all it took to change the direction of everything.
I had business interests in Europe, but I did not maintain a personal account in Zurich.
At least, I didn't think I did.
Victor stepped into the hallway.
Chloe followed.
Peter looked confused.
Marcus looked frightened.
Dr. Harris remained near the door.
The clock reached nine.
Nothing happened.
The incapacity certification had not been signed.
Their deadline had arrived without the final piece they needed.
I should have felt relief.
Instead, I felt something worse.
Victor had mentioned an account I knew nothing about.
Nathan walked to my bedside and examined the monitors.
Peter gathered his documents.
“Until we have the physician's certification, nothing changes.”
Chloe returned.
“What if another doctor signs?”
Nathan turned toward her.
“A physician who has actually examined Daniel would need a medical basis for that conclusion.”
“You said he wasn't responsive.”
“I said his condition required observation.”
Victor appeared behind her.
“We'll revisit this.”
Nathan stared at him.
“I suggest you don't pressure medical staff.”
The room went quiet.
Victor smiled.
“Of course.”
One by one, they left.
Chloe stayed last.
She approached me.
Then whispered:
“You always did make everything difficult.”
She left.
Nathan waited thirty seconds.
Then locked the door.
I opened my eyes.
“You owe me,” he said.
“Put it on my bill.”
“You nearly gave me a heart attack.”
“What happened?”
“Someone from your legal team tried to get me to certify permanent incapacity.”
“Who?”
“They used an intermediary.”
“Name?”
“Dr. Samuel Reed.”
I knew Samuel.
He had attended charity events with Victor.
Another connection.
My phone vibrated.
Aaron.
I answered.
“I found something,” he said.
“What?”
“The preliminary crash report says mechanical failure wasn't suspected.”
“And?”
“I had someone look again.”
My hand tightened around the phone.
“The brake line was damaged.”
Silence.
“Accidental?”
“Too early to say. But the damage is in a place that deserves a much closer look.”
I stared at the wall.
My accident.
Chloe's paperwork.
Victor.
Friday.
This was becoming something far darker than theft.
Then Aaron added, “Elena gave me the original document.”
“What does it say?”
“It isn't just a transfer authorization.”
“What is it?”
“A ledger.”
The original contained account numbers, shell companies and transaction references.
One account was in Zurich.
The listed beneficial owner was me.
Except I had never opened it.
Someone had created a financial identity in my name.
Over the next hour, Aaron described transfers totaling more than fourteen million dollars.
Money had moved through companies connected to my business interests.
Small enough amounts to avoid obvious attention.
Spread over years.
Someone had been stealing from me long before the crash.
And Victor had been in the perfect position to do it.
But the ledger contained another name.
Marcus Bennett.
My cousin.
My childhood friend.
My family.
I closed my eyes.
There are betrayals that make you angry.
Others make you question your entire memory.
Every Christmas.
Every birthday.
Every time Marcus had called me brother.
Had all of it been real?
Aaron interrupted my thoughts.
“There's something else.”
“Of course there is.”
“The Zurich account received a transfer two days before your crash.”
“How much?”
“Two million.”
“From where?”
A pause.
“A company registered to Chloe's mother.”
That afternoon Chloe returned.
This time she brought no flowers.
She sat beside me and stared at my face.
For nearly five minutes, she said nothing.
Then she whispered:
“I know you're in there somewhere.”
My pulse stayed steady on the monitor.
She leaned closer.
“You should have trusted me.”
Her hand moved toward mine.
“You were never supposed to get hurt that badly.”
My mind exploded.
Never supposed to get hurt that badly.
Not never supposed to get hurt.
That badly.
She knew.
She knew something about the crash.
I wanted to open my eyes and demand the truth.
Instead, I remained still.
Chloe continued.
“Victor promised it would only scare you.”
There it was.
The first confession.
Partial.
Careless.
Devastating.
Then she started crying.
Not the performance she gave the nurses.
Real tears.
“I didn't know.”
She covered her mouth.
“I didn't know.”
For the first time, I wondered whether Chloe had planned murder—or whether she had agreed to something she believed would be less dangerous.
It didn't absolve her.
But it changed the picture.
Then her phone buzzed.
She read the message.
Her tears stopped.
She stood.
“I have to go.”
At the door, she looked back at me.
“I'm sorry, Daniel.”
After she left, I sent Aaron a message containing her exact words.
His reply came quickly.
DO NOT REVEAL YOU'RE AWAKE.
Twenty minutes later, Elena called.
“I remembered something.”
“What?”
“The night before your crash, Mr. Victor came to the house.”
“I wasn't home.”
“I know.”
“Why was he there?”
“He met Chloe in the garage.”
My throat tightened.
“What did they do?”
“I don't know. But Mr. Victor wasn't alone.”
“Who was with him?”
Elena hesitated.
“Your cousin Marcus.”
Three people.
Chloe.
Victor.
Marcus.
All at my house.
Near my garage.
Twenty-four hours before my brakes failed.
Then Elena said something that made the entire conspiracy suddenly more complicated.
“But Mr. Daniel, Marcus looked angry.”
“At me?”
“No.”
“At who?”
“At Victor.”
“What did you hear?”
Elena took a breath.
“Marcus said, ‘You said nobody would get hurt.’”
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And suddenly I knew Marcus might not simply be Victor's partner.
He might also be terrified of him.
