I stared at him.
“Grandpa?”
He looked shocked.
“I don’t know anything about that.”
Ethan immediately examined the records.
“It’s a fake account.”
“Using my name?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“To make it look like you were involved.”
Samuel’s face turned pale.
Arthur wasn’t just trying to hide his crimes.
He was preparing to frame my grandfather.
The evidence made it clear.
And then we saw something worse.
A transfer scheduled for the following morning.
To an offshore account.
After that, the Sterling network would disappear.
Ethan looked at me.
“We have one chance.”
“What do we do?”
“We make the evidence public.”
And that’s exactly what we did.
Elena contacted federal investigators.
Within hours, agents arrived.
The files were copied.
The recordings were authenticated.
Bank accounts were frozen.
Search warrants were issued.
And by sunrise, the story that had been buried for nearly thirty years was no longer buried.
Arthur Sterling was arrested at a private estate three states away.
He had been living under another name.
When agents entered the house, they found passports, fake identities, financial records, and photographs.
One photograph was of my parents.
Another was of me as a child.
He had kept them.
