Chapter 6: What Greg Found
Daniel took the call in his car, parked two streets away from the house, engine off.
"Talk to me," he said.
Greg didn't open with small talk.
"The money moved fast.
Webb's account received each transfer within twenty-four hours of Maya sending it.
Within forty-eight hours, it was gone again — broken into smaller amounts and distributed across three separate accounts."
"To who?"
"Two of them are numbered accounts.
I can't get further without a formal legal process.
But the third one—" Greg paused.
"The third one has a name attached.
It's a holding company.
Registered eight months ago."
"What's the company name?"
"Meridian Family Holdings."
Daniel said nothing.
"I looked it up," Greg continued.
"Two listed directors.
Carter Webb is one."
"And the other?"
Another pause.
Longer this time.
"Maya Calloway-Reeves."
Daniel's hand tightened on the phone.
"She hyphenated it," Greg said quietly.
"Used her maiden name.
Calloway.
The Reeves part is yours.
It makes the connection harder to spot unless you know to look."
"Eight months," Daniel said.
"Eight months ago, yes."
Eight months ago, Daniel had been in hospital for five days following a cardiac procedure.
Routine, the doctors had called it.
Low risk.
He'd been home within the week.
Maya had managed everything while he recovered — including, he now remembered, his email and banking passwords, handed over willingly because he'd needed help and he'd trusted her completely.
"She set it up while I was in hospital," he said.
Greg didn't answer immediately.
The silence confirmed it.
"What does Meridian hold?" Daniel asked.
"Right now?
Transferred funds.
But Dan — I found the documentation attached to the company registration.
There's a property listed as a future acquisition asset."
"Which property?"
"Your house, Dan.
The family home.
It's listed as the intended transfer asset once the company reaches a target liquidity threshold."
Daniel stared through the windshield at a neighbour's front garden.
A sprinkler was running in slow arcs across the lawn.
"She was going to move the house."
"That's what the documentation suggests.
She needed the account liquid enough to cover the legal transfer costs.
That's what the eleven thousand was for.
It wasn't all there yet.
You caught it before it reached the threshold."
"What about Lily?" Daniel said.
"The family trust — Lily is named in it.
Her mother set it up.
Can Maya access it?"
Greg's voice changed slightly.
"That's the part I need you to sit with for a second."
"Tell me."
"I found an amendment request.
Submitted to the trust administrator seven weeks ago.
It requests the removal of Lily's name as a beneficiary and the reallocation of her share to a new designation — Meridian Family Holdings."
The sprinkler kept turning.
A slow, indifferent arc.
"It hasn't been approved yet," Greg said.
"The administrator flagged it for co-signatory confirmation.
That means it needs your signature to proceed."
"I never signed anything."
"No.
But there's a signature on the request, Dan.
It's been submitted as yours."
Daniel closed his eyes.
"She forged my signature to take Lily out of her mother's trust."
Greg said nothing.
He didn't need to.
"I need a solicitor," Daniel said.
"Today."
"I know one.
I'll send you the number.
Dan — don't let Maya know what you've found.
Not yet.
Not until the legal hold is in place."
"Understood."
"One more thing." Greg's voice dropped lower.
"Be careful.
Someone who builds this kind of structure — this wasn't a panic decision.
This was planned."
Daniel started the engine.
May you like
"I know," he said.
"I've been sleeping next to the plan for eight months."
