“My father trusted her.”
“Perhaps he trusted the person she pretended to be.”
She turned around.
“I want the truth.”
“Then we’ll find it.”
For the first time, Elena did not hear pity in his voice.
He was offering her a way forward.
And she intended to take it.
The investigation moved quickly once Elena agreed to cooperate.
Her father’s former accountant, a retired man named Luis Herrera, initially refused to meet them. He claimed he had signed a confidentiality agreement and wanted no trouble.
Elena eventually persuaded him to speak.
They met in a small café far from the financial district.
Luis looked older than Elena remembered, but his eyes filled with emotion when she entered.
“You look like your father,” he said.
She sat down.
“Then please tell me why everyone has spent years lying to me about him.”
The accountant looked at Matthew’s lawyer before opening his briefcase.
