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Claire folded her arms.
“Obviously.”
“He was inspecting a project in Arlington.”
“What project?”
“A redevelopment called Crestview Center.”
The name meant nothing to her.
Ellen's expression changed.
Claire looked at her.
“You know it.”
Her mother closed her eyes.
“Daniel talked about Crestview.”
“When?”
“Near the end.”
Claire stared at her.
“Near the end of what?”
Ellen opened her eyes.
“His life.”
The room became very quiet.
Claire moved toward her mother.
“You told me he was stressed because of work in general.”
“He was.”
“That wasn't my question.”
“I know.”
“Then answer it.”
Ethan intervened.
“Claire, your father found structural reports that didn't match the work being done.”
She turned toward him.
“How do you know?”
“Because I wrote one of them.”
The sentence settled between them.
Claire stared.
Ethan continued before she could speak.
“I was twenty-four. I had been licensed less than a year. I worked for a structural engineering consultant called Hale & Mercer. Crestview was one of our projects.”
“You falsified a report?”
“No.”
“You just said—”
“I signed an inspection summary based on measurements I hadn't personally verified.”
Claire's stomach tightened.
“That's falsifying a report.”
“Yes.”
The way he accepted it surprised her.
No qualification.
No attempt to polish the language.
“Yes.”
Ellen looked away.
Claire took a step toward Ethan.
“And my father caught you.”
“He caught the discrepancy.”
“What discrepancy?”
“Load calculations for an existing support structure. The developer wanted to reuse columns that should have been reinforced. One of our senior engineers changed the assumptions in the analysis so the design would pass.”
“And you signed it.”
“I signed a field verification that made his numbers look supported.”
“Why?”
Ethan's mouth tightened.
“Because I was young and ambitious and scared of getting fired.”
Claire stared at him.
It sounded so small.
That was what made it believable.
Not greed.
Not some grand conspiracy.
A young man afraid to lose a job.
“How much did they pay you?”
“Nothing.”
“You risked people's lives for free?”
He looked down.
“Yes.”
Claire hated that answer more than if he had told her about a suitcase of cash.
At least money would have been a motive large enough to point at.
Fear was harder.
Fear belonged to everyone.
“What did Dad do?”
“He refused to approve the next permit.”
Claire knew her father.
That part required no imagination.
“And then?”
“He started asking questions.”
Ethan sat on the edge of the makeup counter.
Claire almost told him not to touch it. One of her bridesmaids had left a white shawl there. Then she wondered why she cared.
“He found out there had been other reports,” Ethan said. “Not all at Crestview. Different projects. Same developer group. Same engineering firm.”
“What developer?”
“Marston Development.”
Claire knew that name.
Everybody did. Office buildings, apartments, mixed-use developments. Their signs were everywhere in northern Virginia.
“Who was the woman on the staircase?”
Ethan hesitated.
Claire pointed toward the door.
“I am one hesitation away from walking upstairs alone.”
“Victoria Marston.”
Ellen made a quiet sound.
Claire looked between them.
“The developer?”
“Founder,” Ethan said. “Her son runs most of the company now.”
“And she was there when Dad died.”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I was there too.”
Claire stopped moving.
Ellen whispered, “Ethan.”
He looked at her.
Claire's mother shook her head.
Not in denial.
In warning.
Claire felt her skin go cold.
“You knew?”
Ellen's hands tightened in her lap.
“I knew he had met Daniel.”
Claire pointed at Ethan without looking away from her mother.
“Did you know he was there when Dad died?”
“No.”
“Don't lie to me.”
“I didn't.”
Claire believed her.
Which somehow made everything worse.
She turned back to Ethan.
“You were at the crash?”
“No.”
“You said—”
“I was there earlier that night.”
“Where?”
“At a restaurant in Richmond. Your father asked me to meet him.”
“Why?”
“He wanted me to testify.”
The word testify changed the room.
Claire leaned against the counter.
“About the reports?”
“Yes.”
“Did you agree?”
“No.”
The answer came immediately.
Claire swallowed.
“Why not?”
“I told him I needed time.”
“Because you were scared.”
“Yes.”
“Of losing your job?”
“By then I'd already quit.”
“Then what?”
Ethan looked toward the closed door as though the answer might be waiting outside.
“My license. Lawsuits. Criminal exposure. I had signed documents I shouldn't have signed. I thought if I went forward, everything I'd worked for was finished.”
“And Dad?”
“He said that was not a good enough reason.”
Claire could hear her father saying it.
Not angrily.
That was the worst part.
Daniel Bennett rarely raised his voice when disappointed. He became quieter.
She remembered being seventeen and coming home after drinking at a party, certain he would shout. Instead he had sat at the kitchen table eating cereal and said, “You were driving?”
She had lied.
He had looked at her for a long time and said, “Try that answer again.”
Claire suddenly had to sit.
She lowered herself into the chair opposite her mother.
“What happened after the restaurant?”
“Victoria came in.”
“How?”
“I don't know how she knew.”
“She followed Dad?”
“Maybe.”
“What did she say?”
“She told him the internal review would handle it. He told her there wasn't going to be an internal review because he'd already copied the records.”
Claire looked at him sharply.
“What records?”
“I don't know.”
“You were there.”
“He never showed me.”
“Then what?”
“They argued. She left. Your father left maybe fifteen minutes later.”
“And you?”
“I stayed.”
“Why?”
“Because I was drinking coffee and trying not to throw up.”
Despite everything, Claire could picture it.
Ethan at twenty-four, pale in a restaurant booth, discovering that adulthood was not the stable thing younger people imagined but simply a long accumulation of decisions nobody else could make for you.
She hated the sympathy the image produced.
“What time did Dad leave?”
“A little after eleven.”
“The accident happened after midnight.”
“Yes.”
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“Where did Victoria go?”
“I don't know.”
