Chapter 15
“It’s a gift.”
She set the folder on the kitchen island. “Preliminary information. Public records only, plus what I could get through appropriate channels.”
“Elise.”
“I said appropriate, and I mean appropriate.”
I opened the folder.
Evan Bennett.
Age thirty-eight at death.
Occupation: forensic accountant.
Cause of death: single-car accident on a rural road outside Lake Forest.
Survived by spouse, Claire Bennett, and minor children, Lily and Owen Bennett.
Previous spouse: Anna Vale Bennett. Listed as deceased in one filing, absent in another. No death certificate included.
I looked up. “What does that mean?”
“It means something is inconsistent.”
“Anna may be alive?”
“It means I don’t have proof she’s dead.”
“Find it.”
“I’m trying. Carefully.”
I turned the page.
Evan had no sister.
No aunt Rebecca.
No family friend listed.
One brother: Nathaniel Bennett.
Last known address: Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Phone disconnected.
“Why would Claire tell them he didn’t want them?”
“Maybe he didn’t,” Elise said. “Maybe he couldn’t be found. Maybe Claire didn’t try.”
I looked at the accident report summary.
Road conditions clear.
No other vehicles involved.
No signs of intoxication reported.
Investigation closed.
Something about it felt thin.
“What was Evan working on when he died?”
Elise sighed. “Ryker.”
“He was a forensic accountant.”
“That doesn’t mean every death is connected to a secret.”
“No. But it means he knew how to find them.”
She watched me carefully. “You’re not a detective.”
“No. I hire them.”
“Within the law.”
I closed the folder. “Within the law.”
Elise softened then, just slightly.
“I know what this is doing to you.”
May you like
“You don’t.”
“I know enough.”
