PART 3
Daniel Brooks looked like the last person who could change everything.
He sat behind a plain government desk at the County Recorder’s Office, wearing rolled-up sleeves and a coffee-stained tie.
But the moment I walked in, he stood.
“Emily Carter,” he said.
Not a question.
“My mother sent you,” I replied. DNAtest kits
“She said you might come.”
He handed me another sealed envelope in my mother’s handwriting.
Inside was a letter dated three weeks before her supposed death.
My mother explained everything.
Lawson Financial had been stealing client money through shell accounts and fake estate transfers. She had discovered the records by accident. When she confronted Richard Hale, he used her own access credentials to frame her.
Then he threatened me.
So she pretended to cooperate while secretly copying everything.
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