Get that filthy creature out of my nursery right now, or I'll have the groundskeeper shoot it, my daughter-in-law, Victoria, snarled as I brought home a bleeding Golden Retriever I had just pulle...
Eugene Gable’s confession was a torrent of shame and fear, finally released. He pulled a crumpled handkerchief from his pocket, wiping his tear-streaked face.
“I’ve hated myself for it, Mrs. Aldrich,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “But I was terrified of her. And Harrison. They have so much power.”
“Power doesn’t absolve you of your choices, Mr. Gable,” I stated, though my voice softened slightly. His remorse seemed genuine, albeit belated. “But revealing the truth now can still make a difference.”
I pressed him further, asking about any other payments, any other documents. He took a deep, shuddering breath.
“There’s something else,” he admitted, his eyes darting to a large, antique safe built into the wall behind his desk. “She made me set up an account. For ongoing expenses.”
He slowly rose, his legs still shaky, and fumbled with a series of keys. The heavy steel door of the safe swung open with a soft, metallic sigh, revealing rows of neatly organized binders and ledgers.
From a hidden compartment, Gable produced a slim, red-bound ledger. He handed it to me, his hand trembling.
“This tracks the payments,” he explained, his voice barely audible. “All drawn directly from the Aldrich family trust. Julian’s trust account, specifically.”
I opened the ledger. Inside, meticulously recorded, was a paper trail of monthly payments. Each entry was for $12,000, dated consistently for the past four years. The beneficiaries were listed as “consulting services” and “discretionary legal retainers.”
But the real beneficiaries, as Gable confirmed, were him and Chief Bradley.
My blood ran cold. Victoria wasn’t just covering up a crime; she was funding it, actively embezzling from Julian’s own trust fund to keep local authorities and complicit individuals like Gable quiet. Twelve thousand dollars a month, for four years. That was nearly six hundred thousand dollars stolen from her husband, all to bury Claire.
“This is embezzlement, Mr. Gable,” I said, my voice tight with fury. “And it exposes a much wider criminal conspiracy.”
“I know,” he whimpered. “I couldn’t stop it. She controlled everything.”
I closed the ledger, the weight of its contents pressing down on me. This wasn’t just about Claire’s disappearance anymore. This was about systematic fraud, bribery, and the calculated manipulation of an entire family’s assets.
“Mr. Gable,” I said, my voice firm. “You will provide a sworn affidavit detailing everything you’ve told me. Every forgery, every payment, every threat from Victoria and Harrison Montgomery. And you will cooperate fully with the State Police and Internal Affairs.”
He nodded, defeated but resolute. “Yes, Mrs. Aldrich. Anything. I just… I want this to be over.”
I left Gable’s office with the ledger and his promise of an affidavit. My mind was already racing, formulating the next steps. I needed to confront Victoria and Harrison, but not alone, and not without maximum impact.
I instructed my legal team to work with State Police to secure the necessary warrants and assemble a full audit report based on Gable’s ledger and my other findings. Then, I initiated a call for a full family meeting at the Aldrich estate.
The pretense, I told Julian, would be to discuss the ongoing renovations for the nursery and other parts of the mansion. It was a flimsy excuse, but one he would accept without question, eager for any semblance of normalcy.
The true purpose, however, was far more grim. I would bring Gable, my legal team, and representatives from the State Police to the Aldrich mansion’s formal dining room. The truth, finally, would be laid bare.
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