I kept reading.<\/p>\n
The files on the flash drive were organized into several folders, each containing different kinds of records.<\/p>\n
Some were photographs of documents.<\/p>\n
Others were spreadsheets showing transfers between companies.<\/p>\n
There were signed agreements, account information, and copies of correspondence.<\/p>\n
I recognized enough of the material to understand that whoever assembled it had spent considerable time collecting evidence.<\/p>\n
I also recognized the names.<\/p>\n
Derek's businesses appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
So did the names of companies connected to several property transactions under review.<\/p>\n
I had spent months examining records that raised questions about how certain assets had been transferred and financed.<\/p>\n
Now some of those same transactions appeared in the files sitting on my kitchen table.<\/p>\n
I was no longer looking at an ordinary collection of business documents.<\/p>\n
I was looking at something that could affect my professional investigation and my family.<\/p>\n
I opened another folder.<\/p>\n
An insurance document appeared on the screen.<\/p>\n
At first, I thought it had been included by mistake.<\/p>\n
Then I saw my name.<\/p>\n
Claire Mercer.<\/p>\n
I moved closer to the computer.<\/p>\n
The document identified me as the insured person under a policy valued at eight hundred thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
The beneficiary was Mercer Holdings LLC.<\/p>\n
My father managed that company.<\/p>\n
I read the page again.<\/p>\n
Then I checked the date.<\/p>\n
The policy had apparently been established eleven months earlier.<\/p>\n
I had no memory of applying for it.<\/p>\n
I hadn't knowingly agreed to insure myself through a company managed by my father.<\/p>\n
I searched the remaining files for related documents.<\/p>\n
There were references to the policy, but nothing in the material immediately explained how it had been established or what authorization had been used.<\/p>\n
I sat very still.<\/p>\n
My accident had happened on an icy highway.<\/p>\n
The initial report attributed it to dangerous road conditions.<\/p>\n
I had no evidence that anyone had caused the collision deliberately.<\/p>\n
I wasn't going to invent an explanation simply because I had discovered something frightening.<\/p>\n
But the insurance document raised questions that I could not ignore.<\/p>\n
Why had a policy involving me been created without my knowledge?<\/p>\n
Why was a company managed by my father named as the beneficiary?<\/p>\n
And why had the person who sent me these records chosen to include that document?<\/p>\n
I picked up my phone.<\/p>\n
My first instinct was to call my father.<\/p>\n
I wanted him to explain what I was seeing.<\/p>\n
I wanted him to tell me that there was a simple mistake and that I had misunderstood the paperwork.<\/p>\n
But then I remembered the message he had sent Derek.<\/p>\n
Keep Claire away from the property records.<\/p>\n
I couldn't pretend that message didn't exist.<\/p>\n
I decided to make copies of the files and keep the originals untouched.<\/p>\n
I would need professional advice before doing anything else.<\/p>\n
As I was preparing to save the documents, I heard someone knocking on my front door.<\/p>\n
The sound was sharp and impatient.<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
Another knock followed.<\/p>\n
Then my mother's voice came from the hallway.<\/p>\n
"Claire! Open the door!"<\/p>\n
I looked at the computer.<\/p>\n
The insurance document was still on the screen.<\/p>\n
I hadn't told my parents I was home.<\/p>\n
I hadn't told Vanessa, either.<\/p>\n
Yet all three of them were outside my apartment.<\/p>\n
I walked toward the door without opening it.<\/p>\n
"Claire, we need to talk," my father called.<\/p>\n
I stayed where I was.<\/p>\n
"What do you want?"<\/p>\n
There was a pause.<\/p>\n
Then he spoke again.<\/p>\n
"We know you've received something that belongs to us."<\/p>\n
My heart began beating faster.<\/p>\n
I looked back toward the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The package was still open on the table.<\/p>\n
The flash drive lay beside the brass key.<\/p>\n
I hadn't imagined their reaction.<\/p>\n
They knew about the package.<\/p>\n
And they wanted it back.<\/p>\n
I approached the door and looked through the peephole.<\/p>\n
My mother stood closest to it.<\/p>\n
Her expression was angry, not concerned.<\/p>\n
My father was beside her, looking past the door as if he expected to see through it.<\/p>\n
Vanessa stood a little farther back.<\/p>\n
She kept glancing toward the end of the hallway.<\/p>\n
I couldn't understand why she seemed so nervous.<\/p>\n
I placed my hand on the lock but didn't turn it.<\/p>\n
"What exactly do you think I have?"<\/p>\n
My mother answered immediately.<\/p>\n
"Don't play games with us."<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
It wasn't a happy sound.<\/p>\n
Three days earlier, I had been lying in a hospital bed after an accident.<\/p>\n
A nurse had called my parents and told them I needed urgent treatment.<\/p>\n
They had chosen to remain at Thanksgiving dinner.<\/p>\n
Now they were standing outside my apartment because they believed I possessed something valuable.<\/p>\n
My father stepped closer.<\/p>\n
"Claire, let us in."<\/p>\n
"Why?"<\/p>\n
"Because this concerns the family."<\/p>\n
I looked down at the floor.<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
The family.<\/p>\n
Whenever my parents wanted me to make a sacrifice, they reminded me that we were related.<\/p>\n
Whenever I needed something from them, that relationship seemed to become less important.<\/p>\n
I kept my voice steady.<\/p>\n
"If this is about the package, you can explain what it contains."<\/p>\n
My mother made an impatient sound.<\/p>\n
"Stop making this difficult."<\/p>\n
Vanessa finally spoke.<\/p>\n
"Claire, just give us what you received."<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes for a moment.<\/p>\n
She didn't ask how I was feeling.<\/p>\n
She didn't ask whether I was recovering.<\/p>\n
She didn't even mention the accident.<\/p>\n
She wanted the package.<\/p>\n
I turned the lock and opened the door a few inches, leaving the security chain in place.<\/p>\n
My mother immediately leaned forward.<\/p>\n
"Where is it?"<\/p>\n
"Where is what?"<\/p>\n
"The material you were given."<\/p>\n
I looked at my father.<\/p>\n
He wasn't meeting my eyes.<\/p>\n
Instead, he watched the narrow opening between the door and its frame.<\/p>\n
I had seen him look that way before when he wanted a conversation to end without answering a question.<\/p>\n
I had always let him.<\/p>\n
Not this time.<\/p>\n
I went back to the kitchen and returned with a copy of the insurance document.<\/p>\n
I held it where they could see it.<\/p>\n
"Before I give anyone anything, I want an explanation."<\/p>\n
My father's expression changed as soon as he recognized the page.<\/p>\n
For a moment, he looked genuinely shocked.<\/p>\n
Then his face hardened.<\/p>\n
"Where did you get that?"<\/p>\n
"From the records someone sent me."<\/p>\n
He moved closer to the door.<\/p>\n
"Give us the package, Claire. You don't understand these documents."<\/p>\n
"Then explain them."<\/p>\n
My mother looked at the paper.<\/p>\n
Her anger shifted into something I couldn't quite identify.<\/p>\n
"Your father has handled complicated financial matters for years. You shouldn't jump to conclusions."<\/p>\n
"I haven't jumped to anything."<\/p>\n
I pointed to the name on the document.<\/p>\n
"Why is there an insurance policy with me listed as the insured person and Mercer Holdings as the beneficiary?"<\/p>\n
My father didn't answer.<\/p>\n
Vanessa shifted her weight.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
"Did you know about this?"<\/p>\n
She glanced at the paper, then toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
"Derek said you wouldn't know what to do with those documents."<\/p>\n
The words came out quickly.<\/p>\n
Then she stopped.<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
I felt something cold settle inside me.<\/p>\n
"So Derek knows about the package?"<\/p>\n
Vanessa pressed her lips together.<\/p>\n
My father closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
My mother looked at her as if she had just said something she wasn't supposed to say.<\/p>\n
I stepped away from the door.<\/p>\n
There were too many questions, and I wasn't going to answer them while standing in my apartment hallway with my family demanding that I hand over evidence.<\/p>\n
"I'm getting an attorney to review everything."<\/p>\n
My father opened his eyes.<\/p>\n
"Claire, don't do something you'll regret."<\/p>\n
"I need an explanation, Dad. If everything is legitimate, an attorney can help establish that."<\/p>\n
He said my name, but I didn't wait for him to finish.<\/p>\n
I closed the door and turned the lock.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I stood with my back against it.<\/p>\n
My hands were shaking.<\/p>\n
I had spent years trying to avoid arguments with my family.<\/p>\n
I had convinced myself that keeping the peace was a sign of maturity.<\/p>\n
But there was a difference between keeping the peace and allowing other people to decide which questions I was permitted to ask.<\/p>\n
I returned to the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The flash drive was still beside the computer.<\/p>\n
The brass key lay next to the note.<\/p>\n
I put the insurance document into a folder and made a list of everything I needed to ask an attorney.<\/p>\n
I would not confront my family again without professional guidance.<\/p>\n
That decision frightened me.<\/p>\n
It also felt like the first sensible decision I had made since the accident.<\/p>\n
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