Chapter 6: The Price of Silence
Celeste drove us back to Bell & Mason that afternoon.
Martin Pike had agreed to call an emergency board meeting, but only if I came with evidence.
Noah was already seated when we entered.
“You brought my sister?” he asked.
Celeste placed the old phone on the table.
“You should have deleted your voicemail.”
Noah didn’t touch it.
His attorney leaned forward.
“Recordings can be misunderstood.”
“Then let the board hear it,” I said.
Noah looked at Diane.
“Before you do this, remember Frank.”
Diane sat beside me.
“Don’t use my husband’s illness again.”
“I paid sixty thousand dollars toward his care.”
“And charged it to Rachel’s company,” Martin said.
Noah’s head turned.
“Excuse me?”
Martin opened a ledger.
“I reviewed the transfers.
You listed Frank’s fees as consulting expenses.”
“You approved every payment.”
“I approved invoices from a company called DMB Services.
I didn’t know the address belonged to Diane.”
Noah pushed back his chair.
“This meeting is over.”
“No,” I said.
“Sit down.”
He laughed.
“You have no authority here.”
Ben opened the laptop.
“She has the video.”
“And you obtained it unlawfully.”
“I received it from the insurance yard.”
“I’ll have you charged with theft.”
Ben’s face lost its color.
Noah turned to me.
“Sign your shares over, and I’ll make that problem disappear.
Frank’s care will continue too.”
“You’re offering to protect my son from a complaint you invented.”
“I’m offering peace.”
Ben took my hand.
“Mom, if you sign, I’ll leave with you.
But I won’t stay and watch him erase you.”
The words broke something open.
I bent forward, unable to breathe, and Ben wrapped both arms around me.
“Look at me,” he said.
“You’re not what he says you are.”
I lifted my head.
“Play the voicemail,” I told Celeste.
Noah lunged across the table and grabbed the phone.
Martin blocked the door.
“Give it back,” Celeste said.
Noah hurled the phone against the wall.
Its screen shattered.
His attorney stood.
“Noah, stop.”
“It’s gone,” Noah said.
Celeste removed a small recorder from her handbag.
“That was unexpected.”
His smile vanished.
“I recorded the voicemail yesterday,” she said.
“And I emailed three copies.”
The conference-room door opened.
A woman with a cane entered beside Grace Turner, the company’s outside counsel.
I recognized her from the newspaper photograph.
“Helen Brooks,” Grace said.
“The cyclist injured on Mill Road.”
Noah stared at Helen.
“You can’t identify who was driving.”
“I saw Rachel unconscious in the passenger seat.”
“You were injured and confused.”
Helen stepped closer.
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“The camera wasn’t the only witness,” she said.
“I was awake when you moved her.”
