Chapter 8 - THE FIVE HOURS THAT CHANGED EVERYTHING
“My father signed her out?”
Dante's voice was barely audible.
Dr. Vale nodded.
“That's what the transfer form says.”
Marcus stood beside his chair.
“Dante, this is not appropriate dinner conversation.”
Dante ignored him.
“Where was my mother during those five hours?”
Vale lowered his gaze.
“I don't know.”
“You signed her death certificate.”
“Yes.”
“You told me everything possible had been done.”
The old doctor began crying.
“I believed that was true when I first examined her.”
Dante stood.
“Then what changed?”
Vale opened his bag again.
Inside was a worn file.
“I kept copies of the paperwork because the dates didn't match. I was frightened someone would eventually ask questions.”
Marcus's face darkened.
“You're making an old tragedy worse.”
Vale looked directly at him.
“No, Marcus. I helped you do that twenty years ago.”
The directors went silent.
Isabella slowly pushed back her chair.
Dante held up a hand.
“Sit down.”
She stopped.
For the first time, she seemed genuinely afraid.
Vale explained that Catherine had been brought to a private clinic after becoming ill during a meeting.
The clinic had no emergency facilities.
A transfer had been ordered.
But the ambulance request was delayed.
The records were later altered to make it appear that Catherine had arrived at the hospital much earlier.
“And my father's signature?” Dante asked.
Vale shook his head.
“I only saw a copy. I was told Antonio authorized everything.”
Dante remembered the forged work authorization.
Someone had been using his father's name for decades.
He looked at Marcus.
“You controlled the clinic's financial records.”
Marcus gave a weary sigh.
“I helped your family through a crisis. That's all.”
“Then you won't mind answering questions under oath.”
The words landed heavily.
Marcus glanced toward the directors.
“Dante, you're embarrassing yourself.”
Dante stepped closer.
“No. I'm finally embarrassing the right people.”
Luca entered carrying Catherine's notebook and Antonio's pocket watch.
He placed both on the table.
“Dr. Vale, have you ever seen these?”
Vale opened the notebook.
He turned several pages.
Then stopped at an entry written shortly before Catherine's death.
Meeting moved to Thursday. M. says Antonio has agreed to the clinic. I will insist on speaking directly to him.
Vale pointed.
“This explains something.”
“What?” Dante asked.
“Your mother arrived with a sealed envelope. She told the clinic receptionist to give it to Antonio personally.”
Dante looked toward Marcus.
“Did my father receive it?”
Vale hesitated.
“I don't know.”
Marcus's jaw tightened.
Luca continued.
“We've traced the payment records from the clinic. Several transfers were routed through accounts Marcus controlled.”
Marcus laughed bitterly.
“Financial irregularities don't prove murder.”
“No,” Dante said. “They don't.”
He looked at Vale.
“And neither does an altered transfer form. But they prove someone was hiding something.”
In the kitchen, Elena was listening to the discussion through a secure speaker Luca had installed for the investigation.
She had agreed to stay away from the dinner table.
Sophie sat nearby drawing flowers.
“Mommy?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Are the grown-ups fighting?”
“Some of them are telling the truth.”
Sophie considered that.
“Truth makes people loud.”
Elena smiled sadly.
“Sometimes.”
The little girl looked at her bear.
“Daddy didn't like loud.”
“No, sweetheart. He didn't.”
Sophie reached for the worn stitching on Mr. Fluffle's foot.
“Daddy put something in here too.”
Elena turned.
“What?”
“The night he fixed him, he said his foot needed a shoe.”
Sophie gently pulled back a loose piece of brown fabric.
Beneath it was a tiny metal disc.
Elena stared.
Thomas had hidden more than one piece of evidence inside the bear.
She carried it to Luca.
He examined the disc.
A storage chip.
Much smaller than the memory card.
Its surface bore a handwritten number.
21\.
Dante looked at Antonio's watch.
Seven.
Fourteen.
Twenty-one.
Three numbers.
Three ledger entries.
Three pieces of a puzzle his father had apparently tried to preserve.
Luca connected the chip to the isolated laptop.
It contained one audio recording.
Dated six days before Thomas's death.
Thomas's voice came through the speakers.
“I've located the missing clinic payment records. The Swiss account wasn't created for laundering profits. It was created to hide compensation payments to people who were threatened into silence.”
A second voice spoke.
Older.
Unmistakable.
Antonio Moretti.
Dante gripped the chair.
His father had been dead for seven years when Thomas made the recording.
But the audio clearly came from an older conversation Thomas had preserved.
Antonio's voice said:
“Catherine found the transfers before I did. I thought Marcus was protecting us. By the time I understood, she was gone.”
The recording paused.
Then Antonio continued.
“I have one chance to make this right. Thomas, if anything happens to me, take the evidence to my son.”
Dante closed his eyes.
His father had known.
He had tried to correct the deception.
But he hadn't lived long enough.
Then Thomas spoke again.
“There's one thing Antonio never understood. Marcus wasn't the only person who approved the clinic payments.”
A paper rustled.
“The second authorization came from someone whose identity was hidden behind an old family trust.”
The recording ended.
Luca immediately checked the trust records.
The second authorization belonged to a person identified only by initials.
I.R.
Dante looked slowly toward Isabella.
She was younger than the scandal itself.
She couldn't have authorized those original payments.
Unless someone else had used the same initials.
Isabella's face had turned white.
Dante stepped toward her.
“Who is I.R.?”
She shook her head.
“I don't know.”
Marcus suddenly spoke.
“Leave her out of this.”
It was the first time he had sounded genuinely desperate.
Dante turned.
“Why?”
Marcus said nothing.
Isabella began crying.
Then she reached beneath her pearl necklace and pulled out a small gold locket.
Inside was an old photograph.
A woman who looked remarkably like Isabella stood beside Marcus Bellini.
On the back were two words.
ISABEL ROSSI.
Isabella looked at Dante.
“My mother's name was Isabel.”
Dante stared.
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Then she whispered:
“And Marcus has been paying me to find out what happened to her.”
