Chapter 3 - What Rosa Never Told Him
Nathaniel nearly ran back through the mansion.
Julian and Daniel followed.
He found Rosa in the staff dining room.
Camila sat beside her eating a sandwich one of the cooks had prepared.
When Rosa saw Nathaniel’s expression, she stood immediately.
“What happened?”
Nathaniel placed Elizabeth’s black ledger on the table.
Rosa looked at it.
Everything changed.
The color disappeared from her face.
“Where did you get that?”
Nathaniel heard the answer hidden inside the question.
“You recognize it.”
Rosa sat slowly.
Camila looked between the adults.
“Mom?”
Rosa’s lips trembled.
“Nathaniel—”
It was the first time she had ever used his first name.
“Tell me the truth.”
Rosa stared at the ledger for a long moment.
Then she looked toward Camila.
“Sweetheart, go with Maria.”
“No.”
“Camila.”
“You always send me away when something is bad.”
Rosa closed her eyes.
Nathaniel crouched beside the girl.
“This is something your mother needs to tell me privately.”
Camila studied him.
“Are you going to yell at her?”
“No.”
“Promise?”
“I promise.”
Camila reluctantly followed the cook from the room.
Once she was gone, Rosa’s posture collapsed.
“I hoped I would never see that book again.”
“How did Elizabeth know you?”
Rosa’s eyes filled with old grief.
“I worked for her.”
Nathaniel frowned.
“You didn’t start here until five years ago.”
“I worked for her before that.”
“Where?”
“At the foundation.”
Nathaniel stared.
“The Bennett Foundation?”
“Yes.”
Rosa explained.
Fourteen years earlier, before Camila was born, Rosa had been a junior bookkeeping assistant.
She had no college degree.
She had taken night accounting classes.
Elizabeth had noticed her because Rosa caught a duplicate vendor invoice that everyone else had missed.
“She started asking me to review small things,” Rosa said.
“Expense reports. Charity reimbursements. Vendor accounts.”
“The missing money.”
Rosa nodded.
“We found patterns.”
Nathaniel sat across from her.
“How much?”
“At first, maybe fifty thousand.”
Julian leaned against the wall.
“And later?”
Rosa looked at him.
“Millions.”
Nathaniel felt sick.
“Why wasn’t I told?”
“She wanted proof.”
“She wrote me a letter.”
“She wrote many.”
Nathaniel stared.
“What happened?”
Rosa took a breath.
“Your sister found out.”
Evelyn.
Nathaniel immediately resisted the accusation.
“My sister helped raise Julian after Elizabeth died.”
“I know.”
“She practically ran this house.”
“I know.”
“She would never—”
Rosa’s expression stopped him.
Nathaniel realized how absurd he sounded.
He had just discovered systematic theft inside his own home.
What exactly did never mean anymore?
Rosa continued.
“Elizabeth believed Evelyn was using foundation vendors to move money. But she didn’t think Evelyn was working alone.”
“Who else?”
“We never proved it.”
“Harrison?”
“He wasn’t working here then.”
Nathaniel looked at the ledger.
“Then why are his initials inside?”
Rosa stared.
“Gregory Harrison?”
“Yes.”
She shook her head.
“That doesn’t make sense.”
Nathaniel opened the page.
Rosa read the initials.
Her face tightened.
“That isn’t Gregory Harrison.”
Nathaniel frowned.
“G.H.”
“Gabriel Hargrove.”
Julian straightened.
“The attorney?”
Nathaniel knew the name.
Gabriel Hargrove had served as the Bennett family attorney for nearly thirty years.
He had handled Elizabeth’s estate.
Her will.
Her medical directives.
Everything.
Nathaniel felt another layer of certainty collapse.
“What was Gabriel doing?”
“He created shell companies.”
Nathaniel stood.
“Why did Elizabeth trust him with her estate if she suspected him?”
“She didn’t.”
Silence.
Nathaniel stared at Rosa.
“What?”
“She was planning to change attorneys.”
“When?”
“The week before she died.”
Nathaniel felt the room tilt.
Elizabeth’s death had been sudden.
A severe reaction to medication.
That was what the doctors had told him.
That was what Gabriel had repeated while Nathaniel sat stunned in the hospital.
Julian’s voice was quiet.
“Dad.”
Nathaniel ignored him.
“What happened to the evidence?”
Rosa looked down.
“Elizabeth gave me copies.”
“Where?”
“I hid them.”
“And?”
“Two days after she died, someone broke into my apartment.”
Nathaniel stared.
“Nothing valuable was taken.”
Rosa’s voice shook now.
“Only the folder.”
“Did you report it?”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“Nothing.”
“Why didn’t you contact me?”
“I tried.”
Nathaniel froze.
Rosa looked at him with tears in her eyes.
“I called your office six times.”
He remembered nothing.
“I wrote letters.”
Nathaniel’s breathing became shallow.
“I never received them.”
“I know that now.”
“Who stopped them?”
“I don’t know.”
Rosa wiped her cheek.
“I got scared. I left Los Angeles. I moved north. Years later, after Camila was born and my husband died, I came back.”
“Why work here?”
Rosa looked directly at him.
“Because I wanted to know if it was still happening.”
Julian stepped forward.
“So you came undercover?”
“I came as a woman who needed a job.”
Rosa gave a sad smile.
“That part wasn’t pretending.”
Nathaniel looked at her cracked hands.
For years this woman had cleaned his house while carrying information about Elizabeth’s last investigation.
“Did you find anything?”
“Small things. Strange invoices. Missing payroll records.”
“Harrison?”
“I suspected him only recently.”
Nathaniel frowned.
“What changed?”
“Three months ago, my pay stopped.”
“You thought it was intentional.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you leave?”
“Because I wanted to see where the money went.”
Nathaniel felt a flash of anger.
“You risked eviction to investigate my finances?”
“I risked eviction because someone stole my salary.”
Rosa’s voice hardened.
“And I stayed because nine years ago Elizabeth died before she could finish what she started.”
The truth silenced him.
Rosa opened the ledger.
“She told me there were two books.”
Nathaniel remembered Elizabeth’s note.
“Where is the second?”
“I don’t know.”
“You were supposed to.”
“I was supposed to receive it.”
“From whom?”
Rosa hesitated.
“Harrison.”
Nathaniel stared.
“Gregory?”
“Yes.”
“That’s impossible. You said he wasn’t involved then.”
“He wasn’t.”
She looked at the ledger.
“Elizabeth hired him privately.”
Nathaniel’s confusion deepened.
“Harrison worked for Elizabeth?”
“He was an investigator.”
Julian’s mouth fell open.
“What?”
“His real job wasn’t estate management.”
Rosa nodded.
“Elizabeth brought him in because she suspected someone close to the family. After she died, he disappeared.”
“And then?”
“Four years later, he showed up here as your estate manager.”
Nathaniel remembered hiring Harrison.
The recommendation had come from Gabriel Hargrove.
His family attorney.
The realization landed heavily.
“Harrison didn’t come here by accident.”
“No.”
Rosa looked toward the door.
“He was looking for the second ledger.”
Nathaniel took out his phone.
Daniel spoke first.
“If Harrison fled today, maybe he found it.”
“Or someone found him.”
The room fell silent.
Then Rosa’s phone buzzed.
She looked down.
Unknown number.
A message.
Her hand began shaking.
Nathaniel took the phone.
The message contained a photograph.
Gregory Harrison sat in what looked like a cheap motel room.
He held a handwritten note.
Nathaniel zoomed in.
The note said:
I DID NOT STEAL THE PAYROLL.
A second message arrived.
ASK EVELYN WHY ELIZABETH’S WILL WAS CHANGED 36 HOURS BEFORE SHE DIED.
Julian whispered, “Aunt Evelyn?”
Nathaniel read the words again.
Then a third message appeared.
No photograph this time.
Only text.
IF YOU WANT THE SECOND LEDGER, COME ALONE. MIDNIGHT. OLD BENNETT FOUNDATION BUILDING.
Nathaniel checked the clock.
11:12 p.m.
Forty-eight minutes.
Rosa stood.
“You can’t go.”
Nathaniel looked at her.
“Yes, I can.”
“It could be a trap.”
“It probably is.”
Julian stepped forward.
“I’m coming.”
“No.”
“Dad—”
Nathaniel’s voice changed.
“No.”
Julian knew that tone.
Nathaniel picked up his coat.
Before leaving, he looked back at Rosa.
“Keep Camila inside.”
Rosa nodded.
Nathaniel walked toward the door.
Then Camila appeared.
She had been listening.
“Mr. Bennett?”
He stopped.
She held something in her hand.
A small silver key.
“My mom dropped this earlier.”
Rosa stared.
“That isn’t mine.”
Nathaniel took it.
On one side was engraved a number.
314.
On the other were two initials.
E.B.
Elizabeth Bennett.
Nathaniel looked at Rosa.
Rosa looked equally stunned.
Camila whispered:
“It was inside my backpack.”
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And nobody in the room had any idea how it had gotten there.
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