Instead of heading straight to the landfill, Adrian drove to his penthouse. He needed proof. While Ethan ate a burger Adrian bought on the way, Adrian searched through medical files.
Now that doubt had cracked his grief, the irregularities were glaring. Dates that didn’t match. Authorizations signed while he had been overseas. Large transfers to a transport company he didn’t recognize.
Vanessa stormed in soon after.
“You’re embarrassing yourself over some homeless kid!” she snapped.
“I trusted you with my mother,” Adrian shot back, slamming documents onto the table. “Why are there sedative prescriptions high enough to put down a horse? Why was my signature forged?”
Vanessa stepped backward. Adrian saw her subtly typing on her phone. He grabbed it.
The message draft read: He knows. Move her tonight.
Everything inside him shifted. He locked Vanessa in a guest room and instructed security not to let her leave.
“Take me to her,” he told Ethan.
