Chapter 7 - THE CRASH BEFORE THE CRASHNicholas did not sleep that night.
Neither did Hannah.
At 4:37 a.m., he finally said, “Get Walter.”
Walter arrived twenty minutes later.
Nicholas held Rebecca’s old accident report across his lap.
“Tell me everything.”
Walter didn’t pretend not to understand.
“I don’t know everything.”
“Then tell me what you buried.”
Hannah looked at him.
Walter’s shoulders seemed to age ten years.
“Twelve years ago, Rebecca found evidence that money was being diverted from Valenti companies.”
Nicholas stared.
“By whom?”
“Your uncle Marco.”
Luca’s father.
Marco Valenti had died six years earlier from a stroke.
Nicholas remembered him as loud, affectionate, impossible to embarrass, and always smelling faintly of cigars.
“You’re lying.”
“I wish I were.”
Walter explained.
Rebecca had discovered shell companies while working a summer internship inside the family legal office.
Millions vanished through repair vendors, trucking invoices, and property contracts.
She confronted Marco.
Then she confronted Nicholas’s father.
“And?”
“Your father told her to leave it alone.”
Nicholas looked sick.
“She didn’t.”
“No.”
Of course she hadn’t.
Rebecca never left anything alone.
Three weeks later, her car went through a barrier.
Walter suspected sabotage.
He ordered a private inspection.
Before it could be completed, Nicholas’s father intervened.
“He said exposing Marco would destroy the family.”
Nicholas whispered, “So he protected him.”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
Walter looked down.
“I protected your father.”
Nicholas laughed once.
The sound was terrible.
“My sister died.”
“I know.”
“And you stayed.”
“Yes.”
“You watched me blame her.”
Walter’s eyes filled for the first time.
“Yes.”
Nicholas threw the report.
Pages scattered across the hospital floor.
Hannah didn’t stop him.
“You let me call her reckless.”
Walter whispered, “I was a coward.”
Nicholas turned away.
“Get out.”
Walter left.
This time he did not ask forgiveness.
By morning Nicholas made a decision.
No revenge.
No men in black cars.
No missing bodies.
He wanted evidence.
“All of it,” he told Detective Jennings. “Books. Accounts. Vehicle records. Everything.”
Jennings raised an eyebrow.
“You understand some of those records may implicate your companies in unrelated crimes?”
Nicholas did.
“Yes.”
“That could cost you everything.”
He looked at the wheelchair.
“Not everything.”
Hannah heard the difference.
The Nicholas Valenti who had once measured his life in territory was slowly becoming someone else.
Claire’s attorney requested a meeting.
She wanted cooperation credit.
Nicholas agreed.
They met through glass.
Claire looked smaller without jewelry.
No silver gown.
No cameras.
No perfect hair.
Just a frightened thirty-two-year-old woman facing prison.
“Who gave you the medication?” Nicholas asked.
Claire stared at him.
“Luca gave me the bottles.”
“You said he didn’t.”
“I said I didn’t get instructions from him.”
Nicholas leaned closer.
“Who?”
Claire hesitated.
“Dr. Adrian Vale.”
Hannah knew the name.
Nicholas’s first rehabilitation specialist.
The physician who had treated him immediately after the crash.
He had transferred Nicholas’s care four months earlier.
“Why?” Hannah asked.
Claire looked at her.
“Because Adrian owed Luca money.”
“For what?”
“Gambling.”
Nicholas’s jaw hardened.
Claire continued.
“Luca told me the medication would make Nicholas calmer. Less aggressive. Easier to manage.”
“You knew that wasn’t all it did,” Hannah said.
Claire’s eyes lowered.
“Eventually.”
“When?”
“After the first hospital episode.”
“And you kept giving it.”
Claire started crying.
“I was afraid.”
Hannah felt no sympathy.
“Of losing what?”
Claire looked at Nicholas.
“My entire life.”
Nicholas didn’t blink.
“And mine was acceptable?”
Claire had no answer.
Then she revealed the worst part.
Luca had not created the financial scheme.
He inherited it.
From Marco.
After Marco died, Luca discovered years of hidden accounts and continued using them.
When Nicholas launched his audit, Luca panicked.
He used the same garage once connected to Rebecca’s crash.
“He wanted you injured,” Claire whispered.
“Not dead.”
Nicholas laughed bitterly.
“How considerate.”
“If you died, the trust became complicated.”
Hannah looked at him.
They had been right.
A living, impaired Nicholas was worth more to Luca than a dead one.
“What about Ethan?” Hannah demanded.
Claire frowned.
“What about him?”
“Someone tried to cancel his surgery.”
“I didn’t know.”
Nicholas watched Claire’s face.
For once, he believed her.
Meaning Luca—or someone helping him—had targeted Hannah directly.
The FBI became involved two days later because of interstate financial crimes.
Luca still had not been found.
Then Walter received an anonymous message.
One sentence.
STOP DIGGING INTO REBECCA OR THE BOY LOSES MORE THAN AN APPOINTMENT.
Hannah’s hands went cold.
Nicholas read it twice.
“We move Ethan.”
“To where?”
“Somewhere Luca cannot reach.”
“I’m not hiding my brother in one of your safe houses.”
Nicholas looked at her.
“You’re right.”
That surprised her.
He contacted federal investigators instead.
Ethan and Hannah were given temporary protection while law enforcement searched for Luca.
Ethan treated the whole thing like a strange vacation.
“Do I get room service?”
“No.”
“Then protection is overrated.”
Nicholas laughed.
Three days later, investigators raided a warehouse owned by one of Luca’s shell companies.
They found accounting records.
Vehicle components.
Old photographs.
And a safe.
Inside was a flash drive.
The files contained copies of payments stretching back fifteen years.
Marco’s name.
Luca’s name.
Adrian Vale.
Multiple officials.
And one more name.
Walter Bell.
When Nicholas saw it, he went silent.
Hannah’s stomach dropped.
Walter had received eleven payments from the same shell company responsible for hiding Marco’s theft.
The first arrived two weeks after Rebecca died.
The last had arrived eight months before Nicholas’s crash.
Nicholas stared at the screen.
“He admitted hiding the truth.”
Hannah nodded.
“But this is different.”
“He was being paid.”
Nicholas looked toward the door.
Walter was downstairs.
Waiting.
Nicholas wheeled himself into the library.
Walter stood when he entered.
Nicholas placed the printed statements on the table.
“Tell me those aren’t yours.”
Walter looked at them.
His face went completely still.
“Walter.”
The older man slowly sat.
Nicholas’s voice cracked.
“Were you part of it?”
Walter closed his eyes.
And when he opened them again, Hannah knew another truth was about to destroy whatever remained of the Valenti family.
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“Yes,” Walter said.
“I took the money.”
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