Chương 8
“I told you.”
“You did.”
“Did you believe me?”
“I believed that you were frightened. I didn’t understand the rest.”
“That means no.”
Alexander looked through the laundry doorway at employees loading clean sheets onto carts.
“It means not enough.”
Lily seemed to consider whether the distinction mattered.
“Are you at the hotel?”
“Yes.”
“Is the shiny-hair man there?”
“No.”
“His name is Mr. Pierce.”
Alexander’s grip tightened on the phone. “How do you know?”
“Mom said it when she was sleeping.”
“What did she say?”
“Stop, Mr. Pierce.”
“Was that before she disappeared?”
“A long time.”
“How long?”
“After Christmas.”
“Did she have nightmares?”
“She said no.”
“But you heard her say his name?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell the police?”
“They didn’t ask about sleeping.”
Alexander motioned to an officer nearby and put the call on speaker after asking Lily’s permission.
“Did your mother ever meet Mr. Pierce outside work?” he asked.
“I don’t know.”
“Did he come to your home?”
“No.”
“Did you ever see him?”
Lily was quiet for so long that Alexander checked the screen.
“At the school,” she said.
“When?”
“The day Mom wore the red scarf.”
“Do you remember what month?”
“We made hand turkeys.”
“November?”
“Yes.”
“What was Mr. Pierce doing?”
“Sitting in a car.”
“What kind?”
“White.”
The maintenance van from the gas-station footage was white.
Sergeant Holloway took over the questions. Lily remembered part of the license plate because she and another child had been searching for letters from their names. There had been an L, then a number, then another L. It was not enough to identify the van, but it narrowed the fleet and rental records police were already checking.
“Was he alone?” the sergeant asked.
“No. The thumb man was driving.”
“Grant Morrow?”
“The big one.”
“Did your mother see them?”
“Yes.”
“What did she do?”
“She held my hand too hard.”
“Did she speak to them?”
“No.”
“Did they follow you?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why didn’t your mom call police?”
“She did.”
Alexander looked at the sergeant.
“When?” she asked.
“In the bathroom at school.”
“Did you hear what she said?”
“She said a man was following us. Then she got mad.”
“At the person on the phone?”
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
“She said, ‘So I have to wait until he hurts me?’”
Sergeant Holloway looked away for half a second.
Police searched city call records and found Claire’s report. It had been coded as suspicious activity without an immediate threat. An officer had called her back two hours later, received no answer, and closed the incident after leaving a voicemail.
The information changed the investigation. Claire had documented surveillance months before she disappeared. Grant’s folders, if they existed, established intimidation. Northstar’s finances suggested motive. The room at the Brighton showed preparation or confinement.
A judge approved search warrants for Nolan’s residence, Grant’s apartment, Northstar’s records, and the company’s cloud accounts.
Alexander spent the morning in interviews with detectives, outside counsel, forensic accountants, and the board’s newly formed special committee. At noon, Robert Gaines arrived at the hotel in person.
Robert had been Alexander’s father’s closest friend. He was sixty-seven, silver-haired, and careful about appearing reasonable even when he intended to crush opposition.
He shut the door to Vanessa’s office.
“You need to stop speaking as though the company is guilty.”
“The company falsified payroll.”
“Certain employees may have.”
“With executive approvals.”
“Which may have been forged.”
“My credentials were used because I allowed them to be used.”
Robert sat across from him. “Do you understand what will happen if you publicly frame negligence as complicity?”
“Employees may believe we understand what happened to them.”
“Lenders may call debt. Insurers may reserve rights. Prosecutors may hear admissions where you intend sympathy. Thousands of people who had nothing to do with this may lose jobs.”
Alexander leaned against the desk. “Is that what you told my father?”
Robert’s expression did not move.
“About what?”
“Northstar.”
“I knew Northstar as a vendor.”
“Did you approve payments?”
“Along with several others.”
“Did you know Nolan’s family controlled it?”
“No.”
“Did my father?”
“No.”
The answers came too evenly.
Alexander placed an old invoice on the desk. “His handwritten note is in the margin.”
Robert glanced down.
The note read N.P. says keep outside regular audit until labor issue settles.
“That could refer to any number of disputes,” Robert said.
“Why outside regular audit?”
“I don’t know.”
“You remember every golf score you’ve had since 1989.”
“This was seven years ago.”
“Did my father know?”
Robert’s jaw shifted. “Your father knew Nolan used unconventional arrangements during a difficult period.”
“Unconventional.”
“Labor costs were threatening the property. Union activity was increasing. We had debt covenants. Nolan created flexibility.”
“By stealing wages?”
“I did not say that.”
“By filing claims under false names?”
“I know nothing about injury claims.”
“By following children from school?”
Robert stood. “Be careful.”
“Of what?”
“Of turning every ugly allegation into something you can use to punish a dead man.”
Alexander stared at him.
Robert softened his tone. “Your father was not perfect. He built a company through recessions, strikes, lawsuits, and disasters you were protected from. Nolan solved problems. Sometimes we did not ask enough about how.”
“That is knowing.”
“No. It is failing to know.”
“Rosa Alvarez just told me that distinction is a luxury.”
Robert’s mouth tightened. “Rosa Alvarez does not employ four thousand people.”
“No. She cleans rooms for people who do.”
For the first time, Robert lost his polished calm.
“You think kneeling beside one frightened child has taught you how the world works? You inherited an empire. Do not confuse shame with wisdom.”
Alexander opened the office door.
Robert did not move.
“You’re suspended from the special committee,” Alexander said.
“You do not have that authority.”
“I control fifty-three percent of the voting shares.”
“Your mother controls nine.”
“My mother isn’t here.”
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“She will not let you destroy what your father built.”
Alexander looked at him. “You still haven’t asked whether Claire Harper is alive.”
