To a small subsidiary called Northbridge Asset Services.
Sofia exhaled.
“There’s your connection.”
Nathaniel nodded slowly.
Then Ruby pointed toward the bottom.
“What’s that?”
A final handwritten notation appeared beneath the official routing table.
It had been added by Eleanor.
Original copied. Evidence secured with C.B. in case anything happens to me.
Claire’s face went pale.
“C.B.?”
Ruby looked up.
“Is that you?”
“No. My middle name is Marie.”
Nathaniel frowned.
“Do you know anyone with those initials?”
Mr. Harris shook his head.
Mrs. Alvarez did the same.
Claire stared at her mother’s handwriting.
Twelve years earlier, Eleanor Bennett had discovered where the cooperative agreement had been diverted.
She had hidden the routing sheet.
But apparently she had trusted something even more important to someone identified only by two initials.
C.B.
Ruby stood beside her mother’s old family desk, surrounded by adults who had spent twelve years believing the most important evidence had disappeared.
