“We’ve been wondering why the businesses were set up the way they were, because it didn’t make sense.” Dani also kept her tone gentle, because Grant’s skin had grayed and he was taking short, shallow breaths. “Your brother created a maze of shell companies. It starts at LJM and crisscrosses with at least eighty different companies before ending at Raguel Management Services.”

“Raguel?” Grant whispered. “I don’t know him, either.”

Dani patted his hand. “Raguel was an angel of vengeance.”

“Oh.” Grant mouthed the word, his voice failing him.

“The company names describe Laurel,” Dani went on. “Her time on the lacrosse team at LaGrange High, the dance club, her figure skating, the boy bands that she loved, the fact that she went to the University of Cincinnati’s medical school and completed her first year. That she got an A-minus in Human Gross Anatomy.”

Grant’s eyes grew glassy with tears. “She was so proud of that A-minus.”

Dani smiled at him sadly. “She should have been. It’s a hard course. There were business names that made us believe she graduated from UC and lived at Scioto Hall. That narrowed down her graduating class.”

“Because Scioto Hall just opened recently after renovations,” Scarlett said. “I got my degree from UC, too. Very nice work, Dani.”

Dani gave her a quick smile of thanks before returning her attention to Grant. “There were companies called Laurels Awards & Trophies, LaGrange Lacrosse Laurels, and Laurels Lilies, Rosemary & Poppies. That gave us her first name. At first we thought they were referring to a plant or an award, but then we realized that they pointed to Laurel’s name.”

Grant cleared his throat. “Why lilies, rosemary, and poppies? Those weren’t her favorites.”

He doesn’t know that she’s dead. Grant may have suspected it, maybe even feared it, but he didn’t know. “Rosemary and poppies are for remembrance,” Diesel said quietly. “Plus there’s a company called Seaheaven 42N x 82W. Those coordinates are over Lake Erie.” He hesitated. “We figured that’s where her ashes were scattered.”

Grant recoiled as if Diesel had struck him. “She’s dead? She’s really dead? I thought she was still missing, but Wesley knew. He knew,” he repeated furiously, then blinked, sending tears streaming down his cheeks. Closing his eyes, he drew in big gulps of air as he tried to regain his composure. Marcus passed him a box of tissues, and everyone around the table waited in patient silence as he began to process his grief and rage. Finally he opened his eyes, emotionally drained. “When did Wes establish these companies?”

“The first was in January last year,” Diesel answered.