“There was one,” I said slowly. “Years ago. After his father died. Whitaker Holdings paid monthly fees to a private storage facility outside Westbridge. I saw the charge once before he removed me from the account.”
Daniel looked up. “Do you remember the name?”
“Crown Ridge Archives.”
His expression grew still.
“What?” I asked.
“That’s not a regular storage facility. It handles secure document storage for law firms, medical practices, and private companies.”
A chill moved through me.
“Could he keep personal files there?”
“With enough money and the right account structure, yes.”
He sat back, thinking.
Daniel Brooks was not related to Madison despite sharing her last name. When I first hired him, I had almost walked out after seeing his name on the office door. He had noticed and said calmly, “No relation. Unfortunately, common surnames make for awkward introductions.” That dry honesty had made me trust him a little. His patience had made me trust him more.
