Chapter 7 - THE MISSING WITNESSEvelyn Price had disappeared eleven months earlier.
Officially, she had resigned from Corrigan Health Systems for personal reasons. Her former colleagues remembered a quiet compliance officer who asked uncomfortable questions and kept meticulous records.
Unofficially, she had been investigating a series of suspicious transfers when her access credentials were revoked.
Two days later, she vanished from her apartment.
Her sister reported her missing, but the police found no evidence of a crime. Evelyn's bank account had been closed, her phone disconnected, and her car abandoned in a parking garage.
The investigation stalled.
Now Iris stood outside a small law office in Oakland, waiting for the person who had sent her the email.
At 10:30 a.m., a woman in a navy coat entered through the side door.
She was thinner than Iris remembered from the company photographs. Her dark hair was cut short, and she looked over her shoulder before approaching.
"Iris Bennett?"
"Yes."
"Evelyn Price."
Iris felt a wave of relief.
"We've been looking for you."
"I know. That's why I didn't contact the company directly."
They entered the office and sat in a private room.
Evelyn placed a small envelope on the table.
"I have copies of the original transaction records. Not everything, but enough to show that the charitable transfers were deliberately misrepresented."
"Who authorized them?"
"Miles approved the overall structure. But he wasn't working alone."
Iris opened the envelope.
Inside were transaction summaries, internal emails, and a list of shell companies connected to several consulting firms.
One name appeared repeatedly.
Sterling Hospitality Advisory.
Iris looked up.
"Bianca's family?"
"Not necessarily. The company was registered under a separate manager, but several payments passed through accounts associated with Sterling properties."
"Did Richard Sterling know?"
"I couldn't prove that."
"Who else was involved?"
Evelyn took a breath.
"The chief financial officer. Two senior executives. And someone on the board who made sure the external auditors never received the complete records."
"Who?"
"I don't know. The name was hidden behind an authorization code."
Iris studied the documents.
"Why didn't you report this to regulators?"
"I tried."
Evelyn's eyes filled with anger.
"The first report disappeared. The second triggered a meeting with Miles. Afterward, someone accessed my apartment while I was at work. Nothing valuable was taken, but every paper related to the investigation was gone."
"Did you tell the police?"
"Yes. They asked whether I had enemies at work."
"And?"
"I told them I had evidence that could cost powerful people millions of dollars."
She looked down.
"They advised me to be careful."
Iris understood why Evelyn had disappeared.
She had been frightened, isolated, and convinced that no one would believe her.
"You don't have to do this alone anymore," Iris said.
Evelyn shook her head.
"I need more than protection. I need proof that the money reached the people who benefited from it."
"We'll trace it."
"There's one problem."
Evelyn pulled a second document from her bag.
It was a copy of a transfer authorization dated eleven months earlier.
The signature belonged to Miles Corrigan.
Beneath it was another signature.
Julian Vance.
Iris stopped breathing.
"That's impossible."
"I thought so too."
"Julian had no relationship with Corrigan's charitable accounts."
"Then why does his signature appear here?"
Iris examined the page.
The signature looked convincing, but the authorization number was unfamiliar.
Someone had forged Julian's approval to make a transfer appear legitimate.
And if the forgery had been used to move money, the evidence could be turned against him.
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Evelyn leaned forward.
"Miles isn't just hiding fraud, Iris. Someone is building a case that makes Julian look like the person who stole the money."
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