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Rina Patel was thirty-nine, with dark hair pulled into a neat braid and an enormous capacity for patience.

Claire had retained her to perform an independent preliminary review of the materials Sarah and Victoria could lawfully provide.

Rina made no promises.

"I can identify inconsistencies and trace whatever transactions the available records support," she explained. "I can't manufacture missing evidence."

Sarah appreciated her immediately.

The group gathered around the library table.

Rina had already reviewed Penelope's ledger, Rosemere's recent management reports, and selected bank statements obtained through Victoria's authorized access.

She projected a spreadsheet onto the wall.

"Let's start with the simple question," she said. "Where did the money go?"

A series of payments appeared.

Hudson Restoration Services.

Northstar Event Procurement.

Valley Grounds Consulting.

The names stretched across seven years.

Some transactions were modest.

Others exceeded seventy thousand dollars.

Rina pointed to a column.

"These are payments for which we haven't found matching contracts, completion records, or ordinary vendor documentation."

Sarah stared at the total.

"One million four hundred and sixty thousand dollars?"

"That's the preliminary total of questioned disbursements in the records supplied. It isn't necessarily the final loss."

Luke leaned forward.

"Are they all fake?"

"Not established," Rina answered. "Some may correspond to legitimate work. Others have descriptions that repeat, irregular approvals, or invoices inconsistent with the services supposedly provided."

Claire nodded.

"What can you trace?"

Rina changed the display.

"Several payments flowed to accounts associated with companies formed by a man named Edmund Shaw."

Victoria straightened.

"Edmund?"

Sarah looked at her.

"You know him?"

"He used to work with Dad."

"What kind of work?"

"Property finance. Private lending."

Rina continued.

"Public records show that Shaw is associated with two of the vendors. Additional records would be needed to trace the ultimate use of every dollar."

Sarah watched the screen.

"Did Dad own any of those companies?"

"We don't have reliable proof of direct ownership yet."

"But he approved the payments."

"His authorization appears on many of them."

Luke rubbed his temples.

"He always said the money was temporary."

Rina turned.

"Temporary?"

"When I questioned the transfers in 2020, Martin said they were short-term movements related to construction financing."

Rina considered this.

"Then we should review the corresponding loan documents."

Victoria looked suddenly ill.

Sarah noticed.

"What is it?"

Her sister remained silent.

Rina changed to another spreadsheet.

"Rosemere has also received advances against the proposed North Meadow transaction. The three-hundred-thousand-dollar Brookstone deposit is visible here."

Sarah nodded.

"Victoria said it covered payroll."

"Part of it did. Some went toward overdue vendors. Some remains to be reconciled."

Claire asked about the company's overall financial condition.

Rina was careful.

"Rosemere has valuable property and ongoing revenue. But it also appears to have significant short-term obligations. I can't tell you today whether it can survive without a restructuring."

Sarah looked toward the window.

The estate was beautiful.

The gardens were immaculate.

The chandeliers shone.

And behind that beauty, the company's finances had been quietly deteriorating.

"Why didn't the annual statements show this?" she asked.

Rina studied her.

"Some expenditures were classified as improvements or maintenance. Those categories aren't inherently suspicious. The concern is that the supporting work may not have occurred as recorded."

Sarah thought of Louise's broken dishwasher.

The cottages.

The repairs nobody remembered.

She had trusted the polished reports because she wanted the business to be healthy.

Now she understood that attractive numbers could conceal ugly facts.

Victoria finally spoke.

"Edmund was supposed to arrange a loan."

Everyone turned.

She looked at Sarah.

"Two years ago. Dad said Rosemere needed emergency financing until the development was approved."

"What loan?"

"A private bridge facility. I never saw the final agreement."

Rina looked at her.

"Do you know whether Rosemere guaranteed it?"

Victoria shook her head.

"No."

Claire took notes.

Sarah felt increasingly cold.

"Was the North Meadow supposed to repay the loan?"

Victoria's eyes filled.

"I think so."

Rina closed her laptop halfway.

"We need the lender records before drawing conclusions."

At that moment, Claire's phone rang.

She answered.

Her expression changed.

"Who authorized it?"

She listened.

"Please send the notice immediately."

Then she ended the call.

Sarah stood.

"What happened?"

Claire looked toward the group.

"Rosemere's bank received instructions to transfer one hundred twenty thousand dollars from an operating reserve account to a third-party account."

Sarah felt a wave of nausea.

"From Dad?"

"The bank's representative identified his management credentials as the source. They're reviewing the instruction after receiving our notice of the dispute."

"Did the money leave?"

"They haven't confirmed that."

Rina straightened.

"We should preserve every record of the transfer request."

Sarah looked toward the portrait of Penelope above the fireplace.

She suddenly understood something terrible.

The North Meadow sale was not simply a way for her father to make money.