Chapter 11 - The President’s Secret
Peregrine had not gone far.
Its tracking transponder showed the yacht moving south at eleven knots.
Samuel called the captain directly.
Captain Andrew Cole answered.
“Mr. Reed.”
“Who authorized departure?”
“Mr. Hale presented a revised demonstration schedule signed by Ms. Grant.”
Olivia shook her head.
“I signed no such thing.”
Samuel told the captain to return immediately.
There was a pause.
Then Andrew said, “Mr. Hale instructed us not to alter course without his approval.”
Samuel’s expression hardened.
“I own the marina financing this vessel and fifty-two percent of the company employing you.”
Another pause.
“We’ll return.”
Victor called Samuel less than thirty seconds later.
Samuel put him on speaker.
“You countermanded my vessel instructions.”
Samuel replied, “You forged Olivia’s.”
Victor laughed.
“Be careful with accusations.”
“Bring Peregrine back.”
“We’re entertaining prospective buyers.”
“At ten in the morning?”
“A global market has global schedules.”
Nathan leaned toward the phone.
“You’re trying to reach the archive.”
Silence.
Then Victor said, “Why is Nathan Pierce in the room?”
Nathan replied, “Because I stopped doing what you tell me.”
Victor’s voice became colder.
“That will prove expensive.”
Samuel ended the call.
Olivia sat down.
“I created this.”
Samuel looked at her.
“Yes.”
Nathan expected him to soften.
He did not.
Olivia’s eyes flashed.
“I was trying to save Aurelia.”
“And when does saving a company stop being an excuse for protecting the people running it?”
Olivia said nothing.
Nathan looked at her.
“Rachel Dunn. Where is she?”
Olivia took out her phone.
“I can try an old number.”
She called.
Disconnected.
Maya searched professional databases.
“Rachel works for a nonprofit maritime safety group in Maine.”
Nathan frowned.
“Safety?”
Maya nodded.
“She was a financial auditor before Aurelia.”
Samuel looked toward Olivia.
“Get her.”
Olivia did not delegate.
She called the nonprofit herself.
Twenty minutes later Rachel Dunn joined by video.
Forty-five, sharp-eyed, visibly cautious.
When she saw Olivia, her expression hardened.
“I wondered when this would come back.”
Olivia said, “Rachel, I owe you—”
“No.”
Olivia stopped.
Rachel continued.
“You owed me eighteen months ago.”
Samuel leaned forward.
“Ms. Dunn, this is Samuel Reed.”
“I know.”
“I never saw your audit.”
“I know that too.”
Olivia looked down.
Samuel asked, “What did you find?”
Rachel opened a folder.
“I kept personal notes. No confidential source documents, only contemporaneous work notes reviewed by my attorney.”
“Go ahead.”
“Northstar was one of several pass-through vendors. I traced consulting expenses into vessel maintenance, property option payments, and executive benefits.”
Nathan asked, “Victor?”
“I never got far enough to prove beneficial ownership.”
“What stopped you?”
Rachel looked at Olivia.
“She did.”
Olivia closed her eyes.
Rachel continued.
“Victor told me I was destabilizing the refinancing. Two days later Olivia suspended the audit.”
Samuel’s face was rigid.
“Did Victor threaten you?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“He knew my husband had a tax dispute involving his contracting business. He suggested federal auditors might become interested if I continued.”
Nathan almost laughed bitterly.
Same method.
Different victim.
Gather weakness.
Turn it into obedience.
Rachel said, “Before I left, I created a summary memo.”
Olivia whispered, “The Dunn archive.”
“Yes.”
“What was in it?”
“Vendor relationships. Payment maps. Names.”
Nathan leaned closer.
“Victor Hale?”
Rachel hesitated.
“Victor was one.”
Samuel asked, “Who else?”
Rachel looked directly at Olivia.
Olivia went pale.
Rachel said, “Olivia Grant.”
Nathan stared.
Samuel’s expression became unreadable.
Olivia stood.
“That is misleading.”
“You approved payments after I warned you.”
“I approved normal operating invoices.”
“Some went to Northstar.”
“I didn’t know that.”
Rachel shook her head.
“You signed two exception waivers.”
Olivia looked at Samuel.
“I was told the payments related to confidential client acquisition.”
Nathan recognized the phrase.
Victor had used it on him too.
Rachel said, “That is precisely what Victor told everyone.”
Samuel looked exhausted.
Nathan realized the conspiracy had flourished not because Victor controlled everyone completely.
It flourished because he tailored the same lie to each person’s weakness.
Nathan wanted status.
Olivia wanted corporate stability.
Sloan wanted money.
Others probably wanted safety.
Samuel asked Rachel, “Is there anything in the archive Victor would urgently need destroyed?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“A chart identifying ownership links between shell companies.”
Rachel paused.
“And a handwritten note from someone who first tipped me off.”
Samuel leaned forward.
“Who?”
“I never knew his full identity. He used initials.”
“What initials?”
“R.P.”
Nathan stopped breathing.
Samuel looked at him.
So did Olivia.
Nathan whispered, “Richard Pierce.”
His father.
Rachel nodded slowly.
“He gave me Northstar’s name.”
Nathan sat back.
His father had known enough to trigger the audit eighteen months ago.
And had never told him.
Nathan called Richard immediately.
No answer.
Again.
No answer.
Then a text arrived from his father’s phone.
DON’T COME TO THE HOUSE.
Nathan stood.
“Something’s wrong.”
A second message appeared.
I SHOULD HAVE TOLD YOU WHAT VICTOR DID THIRTY YEARS AGO.
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And beneath it:
HE KNOWS I KEPT THE LEDGER.
