Chapter 8: The Morning Everything Came Apart
The preliminary report landed in Diana's inbox at seven forty-three on Monday morning.
She called me at seven forty-five.
"Laura.
Are you somewhere you can talk?"
I was in my car in the driveway.
Mark had left for the office twenty minutes earlier.
Ofelia was still asleep.
"Yes," I said.
"The forensic accountant found three things." Diana's voice was steady and precise.
"First, the Nevada holding company has been funded through a series of transfers from Crestview's operating account, routed through a vendor account that was set up eighteen months ago in the name of a company called Lakeview Consulting.
Lakeview Consulting does not exist.
There is no registered business, no employees, no services rendered.
It was created solely to move money."
"How much?"
"So far, just over three hundred and eighty thousand dollars."
I closed my eyes for one second.
Then I opened them.
"Second," Diana continued, "the quarterly report Mark asked you not to distribute — the one you mentioned — contained a set of figures that do not match the underlying account records.
The report was altered before it was prepared.
The board has been receiving false financials for at least three quarters."
"He falsified the reports."
"Yes.
Which means this isn't just a civil matter.
This is fraud."
I let that word sit for a moment.
Fraud.
Twenty-eight years, and the word that described the last two of them was fraud.
"Third," Diana said, "Mark filed paperwork six weeks ago to begin the process of removing you as co-owner of Crestview Developments.
He used a provision in the original partnership agreement that allows one partner to petition for a buyout if the other partner has been, quote, 'inactive in company operations for a continuous period of twelve months.' He had his attorney prepare the filing.
It was not yet submitted, but it was ready."
"He was going to buy me out," I said.
"At whatever valuation he controlled, using falsified financials."
"Yes.
For a fraction of what your share is actually worth."
I sat in the driveway and looked at the front of the house my father had helped us buy.
The garden I had planted.
The window of the room that had been mine for twenty-eight years.
"Diana," I said.
"What do we do now?"
"Now we move," she said.
"I'm filing for an emergency injunction this morning to freeze all Crestview accounts and halt any transfer of ownership.
I'm also notifying the state attorney's office of the fraudulent financials — that's a mandatory step once we have documented evidence of falsification.
And I'm filing for legal separation on your behalf today, which triggers full financial disclosure requirements."
"He'll know by end of day."
"Yes.
He will."
There was a pause.
"Laura, when he finds out — and he will find out today — he is going to call you.
He may come home.
He may try to talk to you before he talks to his lawyer.
Do not speak to him about any of this without me present.
Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Is there somewhere you can go today?
Somewhere that isn't the house?"
I thought of my father.
His kitchen.
The coffee he made too strong and the chair by the window where I had sat as a child doing homework.
"Yes," I said.
"There is."
"Go there.
I'll call you the moment anything is filed."
I started the car.
I didn't go back inside for anything.
My bag was already with me.
The folder was locked in Diana's office.
Everything I needed was already in motion.
My phone rang as I backed out of the driveway.
Mark's name on the screen.
He never called this early.
Someone had already told him.
I let it ring.
I pulled out onto the street.
The call went to voicemail.
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By the time I reached my father's house, Mark had called four more times.
He had not left a single message.
