“So I helped the son of the man who actually murdered my brother,” she murmured softly.
No one replied.
There were no words capable of softening that realization.
But my mother was still missing.
When law enforcement issued a summons for Lorraine, she disappeared with Chad.
The banks had frozen Chad’s corporate accounts.
His investors were withdrawing their funding.
And the notary had provided text messages showing Chad issuing explicit instructions to commit fraud.
Late that evening, my phone rang from an unknown number.
“Come alone to your mother’s mountain cabin,” Chad’s voice rasped over the speaker.
“Where is my mother?” I demanded.
Lorraine’s voice sounded in the background.
“I am right here, Genevieve.”
“Let her go, Chad,” I pleaded.
Chad sneered into the phone.
“Bring the legal release forms for your father’s estate and a signed statement taking full responsibility for the company wire transfers, or nobody leaves this cabin.”
Then he hung up.
Christopher refused to let me go alone.
Police eventually agreed to position a tactical unit around the remote cabin near Prescott while I made contact under controlled conditions.
When I reached the dark property, Chad opened the door holding a heavy shotgun.
He looked unkempt, his eyes wild with desperation.
“Get inside right now.”
Lorraine sat comfortably in the living room.
She wasn’t tied.
She showed no visible injuries.
She was calmly sipping hot coffee.
“What is the meaning of this?” I asked, looking between them.
My mother slowly stood and said, “It means it is finally time you learned the truth about how the world works.”
Chad locked the front door behind me.
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