“You had the Bellmore files?”
“Most of them.”
“How?”
“Melissa gave them to me.”
My heart pounded.
“When?”
“Seven years ago.”
“After the crash?”
“Yes.”
That meant he had seen Melissa alive.
“You knew.”
“Yes.”
“You all knew.”
“No,” Dad said. “Dorothy didn’t know where she was.”
She looked at him furiously.
“You told me she had been moved overseas.”
“She was.”
“To where?”
“Canada.”
I stared at him.
“Why hasn’t she come home?”
Dad’s face darkened.
“Because she believed Samuel had Ava.”
Calvin frowned.
“He didn’t.”
“No.”
“Then who did?”
Dad looked toward Dorothy.
“The Bellmore chairman.”
Dorothy went still.
“Harold Vance?”
“Yes.”
I remembered the name.
Philanthropist.
Hospital donor.
Television interviews.
A man who had attended Melissa’s supposed memorial service.
A man who had hugged me and said, “Your daughter changed lives.”
My stomach turned.
“He was behind it?”
“He was behind the property scheme.”
“What about Samuel?”
