He Came Back Running (Maya and Mason) novel Chapter 279

Chapter 279

Alex’s POV

I had not managed to speak to my father that evening.

The conversation I had promised myself….. the one that required his face, the document, the unhurried environment of a room where I could watch him understand what I had found, had not happened yet. Catherine had called to say he was travelling for a board obligation he could not delay, one that had been scheduled weeks before any of this. I had told myself it could wait two more days.

I had not stopped thinking about the document.

But the accountant’s call redirected everything.

Fielding’s team had been reviewing Edwin’s financial records for weeks…. not the corporate accounts, which Reeves already had documented, but the personal ones, the comprehensive audit that Maya had requested when we started understanding the full scope of what the investment group and the ownership claim might have been built on.

The accountant, a specialist Fielding had brought in specifically for this, called at nine.

“There’s an account that never appeared in any official filing,” he said. “Not in the estate documentation, not in the trust structure, not in anything the probate process reviewed.”

I set down what I had been working on.

“What was in it?” I said.

He paused.

“Almost nothing now,” he said. “The account was closed years ago. But the historical transaction record shows a substantial balance before it was emptied.”

“How substantial?”

He told me the figure.

I looked at the number on my screen.

Significant.

Not the kind of amount that appeared incidentally in someone’s records.

“When was it emptied?” I said.

“That’s the part I wanted to flag immediately,” he said. “The final withdrawal activity concluded three days before Edwin Hargrove’s death.”

I called Maya.

“I need you to see something,” I said.

She was at Hargrove Meridian when I arrived…..

I put the transaction history in front of her.

She looked at it.

“An account that was never in any of the estate filings,” I said. “It existed, it held a substantial balance, and it was emptied across a series of transactions concluding three days before he died.”

“Emptied how?” she said.

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“Not cash Withdrawal,” I said. “Wire transfers. Multiple recipient accounts. Different countries…. I count six separate destinations across the final transaction sequence.”

She studied the document.

“He was moving money,” she said.

“Systematically,” I said. “This isn’t panic. Panic transfers everything to one place fast. This is distributed, deliberate… multiple recipients, multiple jurisdictions, spread across a window of time.”

She was quiet for a long moment.

“Maybe my father was trying to hide something,” she said.

I looked at her….

“I don’t think it was for personal reasons,” I said.

She looked up.

“Everything we know about him,” I said, “everything the notebook shows, everything the recorder in the lighthouse contains…. none of it suggests a man protecting personal wealth from scrutiny. It suggests a man protecting evidence. Protecting people.” I looked at the transaction list. “This has the same pattern as the notebook, As the lighthouse. As the storage unit authorisation. Distributed. Redundant. Designed to survive him….”

Maya looked at the destinations.

“Six accounts,” she said. “Six different jurisdictions.”

“Six people,” I said. “Or six purposes. We need to identify every one of them.”

We worked through the records for the next three hours.

Two of the destinations resolved quickly.

Legal trust accounts…. the formal mechanisms Edwin had used to fund the sealed documents he had left with people like the second Calloway, the physician who had refused to falsify his father-in-law’s records, the specific network of trusted people he had distributed materials to across the final months of his life.

Money to sustain the trail.

Two more resolved to accounts associated with legal defence funds…, pre-positioned, we understood now, in the event that any of the people he had trusted with materials required legal support to protect what they were holding.

He had thought of everything.

The fifth account was harder to trace.

The sixth harder still.

Then I found the detail that stopped both of us.

The final transfer in the sequence…. the last transaction before the account was permanently closed.

Three days before his death.

Not three weeks.

Three days.

I looked at the timestamp.

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Al the date

At what it meant.

“He knew,” I said.

Maya looked at me.

“Not just that something might happen,” I said. “He knew specifically. Close enough to the actual date that he was still making trar.sfers three days before it happened.” I looked at the closure record. “And the account being closed immediately afterward…. not eventually, not as part of estate settlement. Closed. Emptied. Finished. As though he wanted to make certain there was nothing left behind for anyone to find and trace back.”

Maya’s hand pressed flat against the desk.

“He was tying up the last piece,” she said.

“Yes,” I said.

“In the final days,” she said. “Knowing what was coming.”

I looked at the date again.

The precise proximity of the final transaction to his death.

Someone had told him.

Or he had understood, through his own investigation, that the timeline had accelerated…. that whatever warning system he had built for himself, whatever instinct or evidence had informed his sense of danger across the eight months of declining that proposal and the subsequent investigation, had produced a specific and immediate signal in the final days.

He had not panicked

He had used the remaining time to finish what needed finishing.

The notebook.

The lighthouse.

The storage unit.

The account, emptied and distributed to the people who would need resources to hold what he had given them.

All of it completed.

In the final days.

By a man who understood he was running out of time and had decided to spend what remained making certain his work would survive him.

“What was he protecting,” I said.

Quietly.

To the transaction record.

Maya looked at me.

“Not what,” she said. “Who.”

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