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Outside, a freezing rain tapped against the glass.

Inside, the three women examined a transaction that had grown more troubling with every document they uncovered.

Naomi spread the papers across the table.

"Meridian Development Partners is a limited liability company organized in Delaware," she began. "Its public registration identifies a commercial registered agent. That does not tell us who ultimately owns it."

Evelyn studied the corporate summary.

"Then how do we prove Margaret is involved?"

"We don't assume she is," Rebecca said. "We examine the documents we can obtain lawfully and seek discovery where appropriate."

Naomi opened the proposed purchase agreement.

"Here's what troubles me."

Meridian would pay nineteen million dollars for Blackwater Point.

Of that amount, $4.6 million would ultimately be allocated to an entity described as a transaction adviser.

Evermere Investments.

There were also provisions allowing the buyer to assign its purchasing rights to an affiliated entity.

Evelyn frowned.

"So Meridian might not even be the final owner?"

"Correct," Naomi said. "Assignments are common in property transactions. Undisclosed financial interests held by our own directors are not."

Rebecca turned to the financing exhibits.

One document listed the sources of Meridian's acquisition capital.

A private investment account had committed six million dollars.

The account was administered by an asset-management firm in Stamford.

The named investment vehicle was the Evermere Opportunity Fund.

Evelyn stared at the page.

"Another Evermere."

Naomi nodded.

"Possibly related. The names alone aren't proof."

Rebecca highlighted a line in the agreement.

"Meridian also represents that it has disclosed all material relationships with the seller's officers and directors."

Evelyn almost laughed.

"Victor drafted that?"

"His office prepared the company's version."

Naomi folded her hands.

"Tomorrow, I will demand supporting documentation. If a director or officer has a concealed financial interest, the transaction may involve serious breaches of duty."

Evelyn looked toward the window.

"And if they vote anyway?"

Rebecca answered.

"Then we evaluate an emergency application to prevent the sale from closing while the claims are examined."

In the afternoon, Evelyn visited a retired commercial appraiser named Samuel Keene.

He had evaluated several Whitcomb properties over the years and had no current relationship with the family company.

He reviewed the information she brought.

"Can you tell me what Blackwater Point is worth?" she asked.

"Not from this alone."

"I have a preliminary indication exceeding forty million."

"That may be significant. But market value depends on permitted uses, cleanup costs, restrictions, and the assumptions behind the offer."

Evelyn handed him an environmental summary and redevelopment map.

Samuel studied them.

"Some sections are contaminated, but your company's prior reports show that the most serious areas have known remediation plans."

"Would nineteen million be reasonable?"

"Possibly under a highly distressed scenario. But nothing you've shown me establishes that level of distress."

"What would you need?"

"A complete appraisal, current development assumptions, and credible cleanup estimates."

"Can you review them?"

"Yes, though not overnight."

Evelyn nodded.

For years, she had measured strength by the speed with which she could make a decision.

Now she was learning the value of saying, We don't know yet.

As she prepared to leave, Samuel opened another file.

"I almost forgot. Your father asked me about this property in 2018."

Evelyn looked up.

"What did he want?"

"He wanted to know whether the relocation obligations would survive a sale."

"What did you tell him?"

"That selling the land would not automatically erase contractual obligations owed to affected residents."

Evelyn frowned.

"Why would he ask?"

Samuel looked surprised.

"He said someone wanted to sell the property before the relocation accounts could be fully reconciled."

Evelyn felt something settle painfully into place.

The sale was not a new idea.

It was the continuation of an argument her father had begun eight years earlier.

That evening, Grant appeared at Nathan's front door.

He looked exhausted.

His coat was damp, and he had the strained expression of a man who had spent several days discovering that comfortable ignorance was becoming impossible.

Evelyn let him inside.

Nathan took Olivia upstairs to read a story.

Grant remained standing.

"I didn't come to fight."

"Then tell me something true."

He sighed.

"I signed an agreement with Evermere."

"I know about the consulting arrangement."

"There's more."

He produced a copy of a financial commitment.

Evermere had agreed to advance a portion of his consulting compensation after the sale closed.

Grant had been counting on that money.