Chapter 16 - Back to Aster Peak
Richard moved the Pine Lake committee meeting to Aster Peak Resort.
Claire understood why immediately.
Optics.
The flagship property.
Snow-covered mountains.
Luxury investors.
Richard wanted to reclaim the place where his humiliation began.
The committee would meet Friday morning.
If it approved Silver Ridge’s revised Pine Lake acquisition and the trust court later released the option, Richard would obtain momentum worth tens of millions.
Rebecca said, “You do not need to attend.”
“Yes, I do.”
“You’re not on the committee.”
“No.”
“He wants a confrontation.”
“I know.”
“Then why give him one?”
Claire looked at Noah’s dark-green backpack near the front door.
“Because that resort is where he tried to establish his first public lie about Noah.”
Rebecca waited.
Claire continued.
“And because Malcolm says the owner-suite footage may still exist somewhere.”
“What do you mean?”
“The resort migrated storage vendors last month.”
Rebecca understood.
“Legacy backup.”
“Possibly.”
That was not the only reason.
Vanessa had produced a message from Richard:
If Pine Lake closes, everything else becomes survivable.
Pine Lake was his financial exit.
Its profit could cover Silver Ridge liabilities, repay certain fraudulent transfers, and finance his legal defense.
If he got it, he might turn a collapsing scheme into a long civil war.
Chapter sixteen made the choice unavoidable.
Claire had to go back.
The storm began Thursday afternoon.
Almost exactly like the night of the watch.
Aster Peak’s panoramic windows disappeared behind white snow.
Noah insisted on coming.
Claire said no.
“I’m not hiding.”
“This isn’t about hiding.”
“It happened to me.”
“Yes.”
“Then I get to be there.”
Claire looked at his therapist’s guidance.
Noah should not be placed inside adult legal confrontations.
But returning to the resort under controlled conditions could also matter.
They compromised.
Noah would stay in the private family suite with Ethan, whose witness-protection concerns had eased after Calder Risk came under federal investigation.
He would not attend the corporate meeting.
At the resort, Claire stepped into the fireplace lounge.
Same stone floor.
Same bench.
Same camera.
Noah stopped beside her.
He looked down at the exact place where Richard dumped his belongings.
“You okay?” Claire asked.
He nodded.
Then shook his head.
“Both.”
She understood.
Malcolm arrived despite no longer working there.
Independent counsel had retained him as a forensic consultant.
“Legacy backup exists.”
Claire’s heartbeat jumped.
“Do we have it?”
“Not yet.”
The vendor required written authorization from Summit Crown or a court order.
Rebecca already had an emergency application pending.
Richard entered the lounge.
He saw Noah.
His expression changed.
“Why is he here?”
Claire took Noah’s hand.
“You don’t get to ask that.”
Richard lowered his voice.
“This is a corporate meeting.”
“He won’t attend it.”
Richard looked at the green backpack.
A small smile appeared.
“Still carrying that thing?”
Noah stiffened.
Claire stepped forward.
“Don’t speak to him.”
Richard ignored her.
“You know, Noah, if you hadn’t been snooping—”
Claire’s voice cracked through the lounge.
“Enough.”
Security moved closer.
Richard laughed softly.
“You’re still defending him.”
The sentence returned.
Exactly as before.
But this time Claire did not hesitate.
“Yes.”
Richard’s face changed.
“Without evidence?”
Claire looked at him.
“I should have believed him before the camera.”
Noah stared at her.
That mattered.
Then Rebecca’s phone rang.
She answered.
Her eyes sharpened.
“We got the order.”
Malcolm opened his laptop.
The legacy vendor began restoring deleted owner-suite footage.
Richard stopped smiling.
Claire saw it.
“Worried?”
“No.”
The download reached forty percent.
Then fifty.
Then the resort lost network connectivity.
Malcolm swore.
“Local outage.”
Richard smiled again.
Outside, the storm intensified.
Rebecca checked her phone.
“No cellular data either.”
Claire stared at Richard.
“You did this?”
He laughed.
“You think I control weather now?”
Maybe not.
But someone had disconnected the resort’s secondary fiber line.
Engineering confirmed the physical line in a locked utility room had been cut.
Not weather.
Sabotage.
The committee meeting was scheduled for nine the next morning.
Without the footage, Claire had no direct visual link between Richard and the stolen identity records.
At 11:30 P.M., Malcolm finally restored a narrow emergency satellite connection.
The download resumed.
Ninety-eight percent.
Then stopped.
File corrupted.
Claire stared at the screen.
“No.”
Malcolm tried again.
Same result.
Richard had come within hours of surviving the most dangerous piece of evidence.
Then Noah appeared at the security-office door.
“I know another camera.”
Claire turned.
“What?”
“The ski-rental camera.”
Malcolm frowned.
“That doesn’t cover the owner suite.”
“No.”
Noah pointed toward the ceiling.
“But the mirror does.”
Claire stared.
Outside the owner suite, a decorative convex mirror reflected the side corridor toward ski rental.
Noah remembered it because he had once made faces at himself in it.
If the ski-rental camera captured that mirror, it might have recorded Richard and Keene entering the suite.
Malcolm pulled the archived angle.
There.
Tiny.
Distorted.
But visible.
Two men.
Richard.
Martin Keene.
Portable scanner.
And when they left, Richard was carrying Claire’s leather trust folder.
Rebecca whispered, “That’s enough to subpoena everything around it.”
Claire looked at Noah.
Richard had spent months building a case that the boy noticed too much.
In the end, Noah noticing too much was exactly what Richard could not survive.
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The final confrontation was now unavoidable.
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