Chapter 4 - THE TRUSTAt 6:30 the next morning, Andrea met Charlotte in the hotel lobby.
Coffee in one hand.
Leather briefcase in the other.
She opened her laptop.
"I checked the county recorder."
Charlotte held her breath.
"No completed transfer."
Relief.
Then Andrea raised one finger.
"But something was submitted yesterday."
Charlotte's stomach tightened.
"What?"
"A preliminary document associated with a family trust."
"What family trust?"
Andrea looked directly at her.
"The Whitaker Family Property Trust."
Charlotte stared.
"I never created a trust."
"I know."
"Who is the trustee?"
Andrea hesitated.
"Brandon."
Charlotte's mouth went dry.
"And the secondary trustee?"
"Gertrude."
The trapdoor opened.
They weren't simply spending her money.
They weren't simply remodeling her house.
They were building a structure designed to control it.
Charlotte called Brandon.
"What is the Whitaker Family Property Trust?"
Silence.
Not confusion.
Not surprise.
Silence.
Then:
"Who told you about that?"
Charlotte stared at the phone.
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And suddenly, she didn't need another confession.
Her husband had just given her one.
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