Chapter 5: The Man Who Knew My Father's Secret
David put the call on speaker.
"Richard, explain what you mean.""
The voice on the other end was breathless.
"I've been trying to reach Victoria for twenty minutes.""
Victoria stepped closer.
"Richard, where are you?""
"I'm in my office.""
"What's happening?""
A long pause followed.
Then Richard said:
"Someone accessed the old Morgan estate records.""
My stomach tightened.
"Who?""
Richard hesitated.
"I don't know.""
"Richard," David said sharply, "we're looking at a forged authorization bearing Michael's signature. If you know something, now is the time to tell us.""
Another pause.
Then Richard spoke.
"Claire, is that you?""
"Yes.""
"I'm sorry.""
I frowned.
"For what?""
"For what happened to your father.""
The terrace seemed to tilt beneath me.
"What does that have to do with tonight?""
Richard exhaled.
"Everything.""
David closed his eyes.
"Richard, not over the phone.""
"No. She deserves to know.""
Victoria looked between them.
"Richard, what are you talking about?""
He ignored her.
"Claire, your father didn't simply die in an accident.""
My fingers went cold.
Everyone seemed to disappear.
The music.
The guests.
The pool.
All I could hear was Richard's voice.
May you like
"What?""
David stepped
