Chapter 9 - THE LAST WITNESS
The man in the corridor introduced himself as Victor Shaw, though Daniel Price recognized him as a former private investigator who had disappeared after Franklin Hayes's death.
“Put the gun down,” Luca ordered.
Victor laughed. “You Morettis always think money makes you untouchable.”
“It doesn't,” Luca replied. “But evidence makes you vulnerable.”
Victor's eyes shifted toward the records. He knew the game was over if those papers reached the authorities. He also knew Richard had left him behind to take the blame.
“Richard promised me protection,” Victor said. “He promised all of us.”
“Did he promise you that after he tried to kill Eleanor?”
Victor's jaw tightened.
“He promised me a new identity.”
“And what did you promise him?”
Victor's silence was answer enough.
Marco moved into position behind him while Luca kept his attention fixed on the gun. Sophie stood near the filing cabinets, terrified but determined not to retreat.
“Why was my father taken from the clinic?” she asked.
Victor glanced at her.
“Because he knew too much.”
“Was he involved in the crash?”
“He was the mechanic who discovered the brakes had been tampered with. He refused to repair the car until someone explained why the parts had been replaced. Richard ordered him to stay quiet.”
“My father tried to stop it?”
“He tried to warn Antonio. By the time he reached the estate, the car had already left.”
Sophie felt her knees weaken.
“Then why did my mother hide his records?”
“Because Daniel survived. Richard couldn't kill him without drawing attention, so he had him moved to a private facility. Your mother believed she could find him. She never did.”
“Where is he now?”
Victor's expression shifted, and Luca realized the answer mattered to him.
“Richard knows,” Victor said. “He kept Daniel alive because he thought the man might be useful one day.”
“Useful for what?”
Victor's hand trembled.
“To prove that Antonio ordered the crash.”
Luca went still.
Victor continued. “Richard planned to release a recording of Antonio giving the order. The recording was real, but the context was false. Antonio was telling someone to stop the car from leaving the garage. The brakes were already sabotaged. Richard edited the tape to make it sound like an order to proceed.”
“Where is the original?” Luca asked.
“Richard took it when he fled.”
A sudden noise came from the stairwell. Marco's team entered, and Victor lowered his gun. He was arrested without another shot.
The records were transferred to federal investigators, who reopened the accident case and began tracing the offshore accounts. The evidence was finally strong enough to charge Richard with fraud, conspiracy, witness intimidation, and attempted murder.
But the most important clue was still missing: Daniel Bennett.
Victor had given them the name of a care facility outside Albany. The facility had operated under a different owner for years, and its patient records had been kept off-site. With a court order, investigators found a man living under the name David Brooks.
He was sixty-one, frail, and unable to walk without assistance.
When Sophie entered his room, the man looked at her with confused eyes.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered. “Do I know you?”
Sophie approached slowly.
“My name is Sophie Bennett. My mother was Elizabeth.”
His expression changed.
“Lizzie?”
Sophie began to cry.
“You remember her?”
Daniel nodded, tears gathering in his eyes. “I told her I'd come home. I promised.”
For twenty-four years, he had been kept under medication and told that his family had abandoned him. When he tried to contact Elizabeth, his letters were intercepted. When he asked to leave, he was threatened with criminal charges based on fabricated evidence.
Sophie held his hand.
“Mom never stopped looking for you.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“I thought she hated me.”
“She didn't.”
For the first time since entering the Moretti mansion, Sophie allowed herself to grieve not only the years she had lost but the family she had never known.
Daniel was moved to a secure hospital, where independent doctors began assessing his condition. He could not yet testify reliably, but his memories were returning in fragments.
One evening, he asked to see Luca.
“I need to tell you something about your father,” he said.
Luca sat beside the bed.
“Tell me.”
“The night of the crash, Antonio knew the car was unsafe. I told him myself. I said Richard had ordered the repairs stopped and that someone had changed the brake lines.”
Luca's face tightened. “What did he do?”
“He told me to get Eleanor out of the house and take her somewhere safe. He said he'd handle Richard.”
“Then why did he sign the documents?”
Daniel looked away.
“Because Richard threatened you. He told Antonio that if he refused, you'd be next.”
Luca absorbed the words in silence. His father had not been innocent, but neither had he been the mastermind Luca once imagined. He had made terrible choices under pressure and then hidden behind them for two decades.
Daniel reached beneath his pillow and pulled out a small envelope.
“I kept this because I thought one day someone would come looking.”
Inside was a photograph of Richard standing beside a young woman outside a courthouse. The woman held a newborn baby.
On the back, Daniel had written a name.
LILLIAN MORETTI.
Luca recognized it as the name of his father's older sister, who had supposedly died before he was born.
Daniel's voice dropped.
“Richard wasn't trying to steal the family business for himself. He was trying to keep the inheritance away from Lillian's child.”
Luca stared at the photograph.
“Who was the baby?”
Daniel looked toward the door.
“Your uncle's real heir.”
Before Luca could ask another question, his phone rang.
Richard had been arrested at a private airfield.
But the authorities had found no sign of the money, the original recording, or the person who had arranged his escape.
And as Luca looked at the photograph again, he understood why.
Someone else had been protecting Richard all along.
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Someone whose name had never appeared in any ledger.
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