Chapter 8 - The House Behind the MoneyEric Donovan lived larger than a middle-school teacher’s family should have been able to explain easily.
That was the gossip.
Gossip wasn’t evidence.
Investigators preferred records.
Records showed the Donovans bought their home for $780,000 three years earlier.
Mortgage:
$360,000.
Down payment:
$420,000.
Where had the cash come from?
Mostly a distribution from Donovan Digital Solutions.
Legal if the company earned it.
But auditors were now asking how the company earned it.
District contracts.
Foundation contracts.
Consulting fees.
Eric’s company had received more than $3.4 million connected to Westbridge schools over six years.
Investigators did not claim all of it was improper.
Much of the equipment existed.
Some was functioning.
Some contracts were competitively bid.
The problem was specific transactions.
Inflated device classifications.
Duplicate installation invoices.
Charges for warranties that manufacturers could not verify.
Aaron Mercer’s certifications.
And approvals connected to Nolan Vance.
The conspiracy was becoming less cinematic and more dangerous.
Documents.
Signatures.
Invoices.
Ordinary paperwork that moved extraordinary amounts of money.
Laura read one audit summary.
“People imagine stealing looks like someone carrying a bag of cash.”
Daniel nodded.
“Usually it looks like a spreadsheet.”
He had begun rebuilding his own records.
Every email.
Every inspection.
Every payment.
His attorney encouraged complete cooperation.
Aaron did the same.
The brothers barely spoke.
Then one evening Aaron appeared.
No anger this time.
He looked ten years older.
“I sold my boat.”
Daniel stared.
“What?”
“To pay restitution if they demand it.”
“You loved that boat.”
Aaron laughed bitterly.
“That’s why I bought it.”
Daniel understood.
The side payments.
Laura did too.
“How much of those seventy-three thousand dollars did you spend?”
“Most.”
Aaron looked at Cameron.
“Trips. Boat. Debt.”
Cameron said nothing.
Aaron sat.
“I kept telling myself Eric wasn’t stealing because the school got devices.”
Daniel replied:
“They paid for better devices.”
“I know.”
“You certified them.”
“I know.”
Aaron’s eyes filled.
“I know.”
For the first time, Cameron saw remorse rather than fear.
Not enough to erase anything.
But different.
Aaron looked at Daniel.
“I’ll transfer my half of Mercer Technical to you.”
Daniel stared.
“No.”
“I poisoned the company.”
“You own half.”
“I don’t deserve—”
“This isn’t about deserve.”
Daniel’s voice hardened.
“We’ll value it properly. If you owe money, your share can be used lawfully.”
Aaron nodded.
No shortcuts.
Even accountability needed clean paperwork now.
Then Aaron said:
“Eric kept a second set of invoices.”
Daniel looked up.
“How do you know?”
“I saw them.”
“Where?”
“His office.”
“When?”
“Last year.”
“Why didn’t you say before?”
Aaron laughed without humor.
“Because every answer makes me look worse.”
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know now.”
Then Cameron remembered Brayden.
His entitlement.
His fear.
His parents blaming him.
“Maybe Brayden knows.”
Everyone looked at him.
Laura immediately said:
“No.”
Cameron frowned.
“We could ask—”
“No.”
“Mom.”
“You are not turning yourself into an investigator.”
“But—”
“You are thirteen.”
The sentence irritated him.
Then she added:
“And you already did the brave part.”
Cameron stopped.
“Calling 911?”
“Yes.”
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“Now adults do theirs.”
For once, Cameron let them.
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