I stepped outside the dealership before asking Melissa Grant another question.
Cool September air touched my face.
Behind the glass, Grady and Kelsey were arguing. I could not hear them, but I saw Kelsey point toward the office and Grady shake his head.
“Why is St. Matthew calling me about Nathan Ellis?”
Melissa answered carefully.
“He listed a vehicle associated with your name as an emergency transportation contact.”
“What vehicle?”
She read the plate.
My SUV.
I looked through the dealership window at it.
“Is Nathan there?”
“He was admitted yesterday.”
“What happened?”
“I can’t discuss his medical information without authorization.”
“Is he alive?”
“Yes. He’s stable.”
I released a breath.
“Then why call me?”
“Because Mr. Ellis specifically asked that Karen Whitlow be contacted if his condition changed.”
“He barely knows me.”
Melissa paused.
“That’s why we were confused.”
“Did he explain who I was?”
“He gave us your full name.”
“And?”
Another hesitation.
“He said you were the only person who might believe him.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“Believe what?”
“I’m afraid I can’t answer that.”
“Can I speak with him?”
“Not by phone right now.”
I looked through the glass again.
Grady had stopped arguing.
He was watching me.
Melissa added, “There is something else he said.”
“What?”
“He told us that you didn’t know him yet, but eventually you would.”
When the call ended, I remained outside for nearly a minute.
Then I went back in.
Grady came toward me.
“What did they want?”
“Who is Nathan Ellis?”
“I told you.”
“No. You told me several versions of nothing.”
Kelsey stepped closer. “Karen, this has gone far enough.”
“Was Nathan at your townhouse?”
Her expression changed.
Only slightly.
Grady noticed.
“What?” he asked her.
“Nothing.”
I looked at him.
“Who was in the white sedan?”
Neither answered.
That silence settled the question more effectively than words.
“You both knew about that car.”
“No,” Kelsey said.
“Then why did you react when I mentioned it?”
“I didn’t.”
Grady stared at her.
“Kelsey.”
She crossed her arms.
“I don’t know who was driving it.”
“Interesting,” I said. “Because I didn’t ask who was driving.”
She looked at me sharply.
Grady lowered his eyes.
I turned to him.
“Who was inside your house?”
His lips moved without sound.
Kelsey answered for him.
“Nobody.”
“The same white sedan sat outside for two mornings. It had a St. Matthew parking tag. Now St. Matthew is calling me about Nathan Ellis.”
“You were spying on us,” Kelsey said.
“No. I drove on a public street.”
“You promised not to come over.”
“I didn’t come over.”
“You were watching.”
“I noticed a car.”
Grady suddenly spoke.
“Mom, I can explain.”
Kelsey turned toward him.
“Don’t.”
He ignored her.
“I made a mistake.”
“What kind?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“Six months ago I borrowed money.”
“How much?”
“Twenty thousand.”
“From Nathan?”
His eyes widened.
Then he nodded.
Kelsey whispered his name in warning.
“Why?” I asked.
“Business.”
“What business?”
“Medical equipment.”
He explained that he had become involved in an online resale operation. Inventory would be purchased below market price, then resold to clinics and private practices.
The margins had looked excellent.
Until they weren’t.
“How much did you lose?”
He stared at the floor.
“Grady.”
“Eighty-seven thousand.”
Even Kelsey looked away.
I sat down.
“Eighty-seven thousand dollars?”
“I was going to fix it.”
“How?”
He looked toward the SUV.
The answer became obvious.
“The buyout.”
He nodded.
“You planned to buy a vehicle in my name and sell it?”
“I planned to transfer it first.”
“With what money?”
“I had a plan.”
“No, Grady. You had another hole you intended to fill with something I paid for.”
He flinched.
“I was desperate.”
“Did Kelsey know?”
“She knew about the business.”
Kelsey snapped, “I didn’t know about Nathan.”
Grady looked at her.
“You knew I owed someone.”
“I thought it was a bank.”
“You knew I met him.”
“I didn’t know his name.”
I listened to them contradict each other until another question became unavoidable.
“Why was Nathan added to my lease?”
Grady looked at Kelsey.
Kelsey shook her head.
“I didn’t add him.”
“Your email verified it.”
“I handled the verification. I didn’t put his name there.”
“Then who did?”
She had no answer.
My phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
A message appeared.
Karen, don’t let them return the SUV yet. You need to hear what actually happened first. —Nathan
I showed Grady.
His face drained.
Kelsey’s reaction was stronger.
“Delete it.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t know what he wants.”
“Apparently neither do you.”
Grady stepped closer.
“Mom, don’t contact him.”
“You borrowed twenty thousand dollars from him.”
“I know.”
“And you’re warning me?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
He looked at me with genuine fear.
“Because Nathan isn’t who I thought he was.”
I left without answering.
Instead of driving home, I went directly to St. Matthew.
The white sedan was parked near the emergency entrance.
Seeing it there removed the last possibility that I had imagined the connection.
I sat in my car for several minutes.
Then I took the lease documents from my purse and went inside.
At reception I asked for Nathan Ellis.
The nurse checked her computer.
“He’s awake.”
“Can I see him?”
“Are you family?”
“No.”
“A friend?”
“No.”
She looked puzzled.
“What is your relationship?”
I considered several answers.
Finally I held up the lease packet.
“My son owes him money, his name was added to a vehicle in my name, and your hospital just called me because he listed me as an emergency contact.”
The nurse stopped looking puzzled.
She made a call.
A few minutes later, Melissa Grant appeared.
“Mrs. Whitlow?”
“Yes.”
“Come with me.”
She led me to the fourth floor.
Outside room 418, she stopped.
“He has been asking whether you came.”
“Since when?”
“Yesterday.”
She opened the door.
Nathan looked smaller than he had on my porch.
His skin was pale. An IV line ran into one arm, and a monitor traced his heartbeat beside the bed.
When he saw me, relief crossed his face.
“Karen.”
“You know a great deal about me for someone I don’t know.”
“I know.”
I remained near the door.
“How long have you known my name?”
“Eighteen months.”
The same period again.
“Through Grady?”
“Yes.”
“What did he tell you?”
Nathan glanced toward the hallway.
“Did he know you were coming?”
“No.”
“Kelsey?”
“No.”
“Good.”
I moved closer.
“Stop making this dramatic and tell me what is happening.”
He gave a tired smile.
“Fair enough.”
I put the lease packet on his bedside table.
“My son says he lost eighty-seven thousand dollars.”
“He didn’t borrow eighty-seven thousand from me.”
“He says he borrowed twenty.”
“That part is true.”
“Then where did the rest come from?”
Nathan looked directly at me.
“Kelsey.”
I said nothing.
“She has borrowed money from more than one person.”
“For the medical equipment business?”
“Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“I don’t know all of them.”
“Then why should I believe you?”
He reached toward a folder beside the bed.
“Because I brought records.”
I opened it.
Transfers.
Loan documents.
Account statements.
Names I did not recognize.
Dates going back months.
Then one name stopped me.
Karen M. Whitlow.
Eighteen thousand five hundred dollars.
My account.
I stared at Nathan.
“This is impossible.”
“It happened seven months ago.”
I remembered that week.
Florida.
I had been visiting my sister.
My laptop had remained at home.
“I didn’t authorize this.”
“I know.”
“Who did?”
Nathan did not hesitate.
“Kelsey.”
My mouth went dry.
“How?”
“She had your information.”
“No.”
“She had bank details.”
“She did not.”
“Tax records?”
I stopped.
Years earlier, when Grady and Kelsey were applying for the townhouse, they needed documentation related to the money I was contributing.
Kelsey had asked to scan several records.
I had handed them over.
Nathan saw recognition in my face.
“She kept copies.”
“That doesn’t give her access to my bank.”
“No. But it gave her enough information to begin building access.”
He produced another document.
A loan application.
Seventy-five thousand dollars.
Applicant: Karen M. Whitlow.
My address.
My birth date.
My Social Security number.
Everything was correct.
Except the signature.
I lowered myself into the chair beside his bed.
“This was approved?”
“Yes.”
“In my name?”
“Yes.”
“How long have you known?”
“Not long enough.”
“Why didn’t you call me?”
“I wasn’t sure who was involved.”
“My son?”
“I didn’t know.”
“Do you now?”
Nathan looked toward the door.
“I think Grady has lied to you because he was ashamed and because he was protecting his wife. That doesn’t mean he understands everything she has done.”
“What about the secret account from Walter?”
Nathan’s expression changed.
“That statement was meant to get your attention.”
“Was it real?”
“The account was real.”
“Was Walter involved?”
“Originally.”
“And the recent transaction?”
“Not Walter, obviously.”
“Then who?”
“I’m still trying to prove that.”
Anger rose through me.
“You came to my house telling me my dead husband had hidden money. You sent me records. You put yourself on my vehicle information. Now you’re telling me you’re still trying to prove things?”
“I did not add myself to your lease.”
I stared at him.
“What?”
“I never authorized that amendment.”
“Your email was used.”
“An email made to resemble mine.”
“Why?”
“To connect me to the SUV.”
“By whom?”
He looked at me.
“You already know who I suspect.”
“Kelsey.”
He nodded.
The monitor beside him quickened slightly.
“What happened yesterday?” I asked.
His expression hardened.
“Kelsey learned I intended to contact you.”
“How?”
“I made a mistake.”
“What mistake?”
“I confronted her.”
“About the fraudulent loan?”
“About all of it.”
“And then?”
Nathan looked toward his IV.
“I ended up here.”
My stomach tightened.
“Are you saying Kelsey did something to you?”
“I’m saying I don’t believe what happened was accidental.”
Before I could ask more, his monitor began sounding faster.
A nurse entered.
Nathan reached out and caught my wrist.
“Karen.”
“What?”
“Check your house.”
I leaned closer.
“What am I looking for?”
“Not your safe.”
“Then where?”
His fingers tightened.
“The attic.”
The nurse moved between us.
“Mrs. Whitlow, I need you outside.”
I stepped into the hallway.
My phone rang before the door closed.
Grady.
“Mom, where are you?”
“The hospital.”
Silence.
“Did you talk to Nathan?”
“Yes.”
Another silence.
Then his voice broke.
“Mom, leave.”
“Why?”
“Kelsey called me.”
“What did she say?”
“She said somebody went into your house.”
I stopped walking.
“What?”
“She saw a man go through your front door.”
“Where is Kelsey now?”
“I don’t know.”
“How could she see my house?”
“I don’t know.”
Too many things were suddenly wrong at once.
Nathan’s warning.
Kelsey’s call.
The financial documents.
The forged lease.
“Call the police,” Grady said.
“I will.”
“And don’t go inside.”
I hurried toward the elevator.
As the doors opened, Nathan’s final words repeated in my mind.
The attic.
Someone was supposedly inside my home.
But after seeing the loan application, the forged signature, and eighteen thousand five hundred dollars transferred from my account, I understood something I had not understood that morning.
Whoever had entered my house probably was not looking for jewelry.
They were looking for records.
And somewhere above the ceiling of the home where I had trusted my family for years, there was apparently something important enough for Nathan Ellis to send me back for it before anyone else could find it.
Click here to continue reading: PART 5: I Reached My House Before the Police Did, and What Was Missing From the Attic Made Grady Finally Admit the Truth
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