“He said Daniel had no future. He insulted him right in front of her.”
I pushed my chair back.
“My son was worth more than all your father’s money.”
“I believe you.”
Meredith hesitated.
“There’s something else.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“When I finally told Dad that Claire had died, he said something I haven’t been able to forget.”
“What did he say?”
“Two words. ‘I know.’”
I went cold.
“He knew?”
Meredith nodded.
“He already knew.”
I thought about the funeral.
Eleven people had attended.
Not one member of Claire’s family.
I had assumed they didn’t know.
But now I understood that at least one of them had.
“Where is your father?” I asked.
Meredith looked nervous.
“Margaret—”
“Where?”
“Room 412.”
I stood.
“Stay here.”
***
The man lying in the hospital bed looked nothing like the powerful businessman I’d imagined.
He was thin and pale, with silver hair and an oxygen tube beneath his nose.
