Chapter 5 - The School With Locked Doors
The intake packet was devastating.
Not because it was convincing.
Because parts of it were true.
Noah had struggled after Anna’s death.
Nightmares.
Separation anxiety.
Occasional tantrums.
He had once thrown a toy at preschool.
Diane had taken every ordinary grief reaction and transformed it into pathology.
Aggression.
Manipulation.
Compulsive lying.
Threats of self-harm.
Cruelty toward animals.
Michael stared at the report.
“No.”
Melissa sat across from him in the chalet library after driving up from Denver.
“Noah never hurt an animal.”
“I know.”
“Who signed this evaluation?”
“A psychologist named Dr. Peter Harrison.”
Michael knew the name.
Diane had introduced them.
Harrison had conducted three telehealth sessions with Michael and Diane about Noah’s “behavior.”
Noah had never been present for two of them.
Michael stood.
“I want his license investigated.”
“It will be.”
Noah’s kindergarten counselor, Jenna Park, agreed to speak with them by phone.
Her first question was simple.
“Is Noah safe?”
Michael’s throat tightened.
“Yes. He’s with me.”
Jenna exhaled.
“Thank God.”
Michael stared at the phone.
“You knew?”
“I suspected something was wrong.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I did.”
Michael closed his eyes.
Of course.
Jenna continued.
“Diane answered your phone twice. After that she asked all communication to go through her.”
Melissa leaned forward.
“What concerned you?”
“Noah became frightened of going home on days Diane picked him up.”
Michael’s hand tightened around the chair.
“He told me she punished him for talking about his mother. He also said she made him stand in a dark pantry.”
Michael looked away.
Jenna’s voice broke slightly.
“I filed a report with child protective services six weeks ago.”
Michael whipped around.
“What?”
“I was told the allegations were screened but not substantiated.”
“How could nobody contact me?”
“I don’t know.”
Melissa immediately began writing.
After the call, she said, “We need the report.”
Michael’s phone rang.
Eric Sloan.
He almost ignored it.
Melissa shook her head.
“Answer on speaker.”
Michael did.
Eric sounded exhausted.
“Mike, what the hell is happening?”
“You tell me.”
“I just got suspended pending the audit.”
“Good.”
“Diane is saying you assaulted her.”
“She threw Noah into a compost pit.”
Silence.
Eric spoke more carefully.
“I didn’t know that.”
“You knew she planned to send him away.”
“What?”
“I have you on video.”
Another silence.
Michael felt Melissa watching him.
Eric said, “Whatever recording you have, you’re misunderstanding it.”
“Then explain ‘solve Noah.’”
Eric hung up.
Melissa smiled without humor.
“That was useful.”
Michael looked at her.
“He sounded afraid.”
“He should.”
Before dinner, forensic accountant Thomas Beck called.
He had traced Meridian Strategic Services.
The owner was another LLC.
That LLC belonged to a Nevada holding company.
But one bank filing connected the company to a beneficiary.
Rebecca Sloan.
Eric’s sister.
Michael sat very still.
“Four point six million.”
“Not all to Meridian,” Beck said. “But enough of the money overlaps.”
“Can we prove Eric received it?”
“Not yet.”
“What about Diane?”
“Northstar Guest Solutions paid a consulting company called D. Vale Advisory.”
“D. Vale?”
“Registered eighteen months ago.”
Michael frowned.
Diane’s maiden name was Vale.
The room went silent.
Melissa said, “That’s enough to seek preservation orders.”
Michael’s anger sharpened.
Diane had not merely watched corporate theft.
She had been receiving money.
“How much?”
Beck answered.
“Eight hundred twenty thousand dollars.”
Michael stared at the snow beyond the window.
His wife had accepted almost a million dollars through a hidden company while convincing him to sell his business.
And she had terrorized his son while doing it.
But the worst discovery came at 9:14 p.m.
Carla Ruiz from victim services called.
“Noah told me something during the follow-up interview.”
Michael sat beside his sleeping son’s bedroom door while listening.
“What?”
“He said Diane used to make him repeat sentences into your office camera.”
Michael frowned.
“What sentences?”
“That his father scared him.”
Michael’s blood went cold.
Carla continued.
“That his father yelled too much. That he wanted to live somewhere else.”
Michael looked toward Noah’s sleeping form.
“Why would she record that?”
“I don’t know.”
Melissa, listening from the hallway, did.
“She was building evidence.”
Michael looked at her.
“For what?”
Melissa’s face had gone pale.
“To prove you were an unfit parent.”
The next morning, Diane’s lawyer filed an emergency motion in family court.
She was asking a judge to grant her temporary exclusive possession of the Denver family home.
But buried in the filing was something far more dangerous.
Diane claimed that because Michael was emotionally unstable and under investigation for corporate fraud, he should be temporarily removed as trustee of Noah’s inheritance.
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And she proposed a replacement trustee.
Eric Sloan.
