Back Cut and Run Save as PDF
Chapters (48)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Prologue
  6. Chapter One
  7. Chapter Two
  8. Chapter Three
  9. Chapter Four
  10. Chapter Five
  11. Chapter Six
  12. Chapter Seven
  13. Chapter Eight
  14. Chapter Nine
  15. Chapter Ten
  16. Chapter Eleven
  17. Chapter Twelve
  18. Chapter Thirteen
  19. Chapter Fourteen
  20. Chapter Fifteen
  21. Chapter Sixteen
  22. Chapter Seventeen
  23. Chapter Eighteen
  24. Chapter Nineteen
  25. Chapter Twenty
  26. Chapter Twenty-one
  27. Chapter Twenty-two
  28. Chapter Twenty-three
  29. Chapter Twenty-four
  30. Chapter Twenty-five
  31. Chapter Twenty-six
  32. Chapter Twenty-seven
  33. Chapter Twenty-eight
  34. Chapter Twenty-nine
  35. Chapter Thirty
  36. Chapter Thirty-one
  37. Chapter Thirty-two
  38. Chapter Thirty-three
  39. Chapter Thirty-four
  40. Chapter Thirty-five
  41. Chapter Thirty-six
  42. Chapter Thirty-seven
  43. Chapter Thirty-eight
  44. Chapter Thirty-nine
  45. Also by Allison Brennan
  46. Praise for these other novels by New York Times bestselling author Allison Brennan
  47. About the Author
  48. Newsletter Sign-up

“She didn’t work in my office full-time, and I don’t think she was in at all on Friday. She was a CPA, had several clients. She worked out of her house to keep expenses down, though she had a small office with me because she spent so much time on my books and it was convenient for both of us. She was there at least one day a week, but because of this project she’d been spending more time in the office.”

News to Lucy. Why hadn’t Chavez given them that information? Why wasn’t it in the files she had?

“I tried calling her that morning, she didn’t answer, didn’t return my calls. I didn’t really think much about it until Wednesday morning—I think it was Wednesday—when the independent auditor said that the trust account was empty.”

“How did you come to suspect that Denise took the funds?”

“I—well, she was the only one with access to the trust account other than me. It was wired to another account in her name, and then wired to another account in a business name, and then wired to another account and closed. The FBI said they haven’t been able to trace it since. But it was her log-in and password. And she changed the protocols with the bank so there didn’t need to be a dual signature—the bank said that I signed off on it, but I didn’t. Either she tricked me and said I was signing something different than I was, or she forged my signature. I don’t see how else she could have done it.”

He paced the small, crowded trailer. “I lost everything. I couldn’t keep staff, I couldn’t fulfill my obligations to the federal government—it was a federal contract. I was lucky that the AUSA and the FBI agent who worked the case were able to prove I didn’t steal the money, otherwise I would have lost more than my business. I used my own money to pay off my creditors. That meant I had to shut down. But I shut down without debt. Still lost everything.”

He sounded bitter and angry, but then he looked at the picture of his daughter and his expression softened. “I knew Denise for years—I just can’t picture this…” He cleared his throat. “So what happened? I don’t understand why she was killed. Was she killed for the money?”

“We don’t know yet,” Lucy said. “We just got this case this morning when the bodies were identified. I want to go back to something you said—I was under the impression that Denise Albright was your employee.”