Another photo showed Simon entering a law office that definitely didn’t belong to Brenda. There were also deposit slips marked with yellow highlighter and chains of emails with content that made my blood run cold.
“Did my father actually investigate them himself?”
“He hired a private investigator the day after you told him about the infidelity,” Brenda replied. “He didn’t leave a single stone unturned.”
I picked up the USB drive and asked what was on it.
“That is a video of Misty trying to bribe your father’s hospice nurse to leak information about the will just two days before he died.”
I sat there in total shock as Brenda explained that the nurse had alerted the authorities immediately. She then handed me another photograph of my brother, Jesse, sitting with Misty at an elegant restaurant.
“Look at the next photo in the stack,” Brenda urged me.
The second photo showed Jesse leaving that same restaurant with a distraught expression and a check clutched in his hand.
“Misty offered him ten million dollars to testify that your father was mentally unfit when he changed his will.”
“But she told me that Jesse was helping her take the estate.”