“Why?”
“Because he feared your father would destroy evidence.”
“What was inside?”
“Walter doesn’t know. He had one key. Your grandfather kept the other.”
“Did my parents find Walter’s key?”
“No.”
A strange flicker of hope moved through me.
“Where is it?”
“Walter says he mailed it to you three days ago.”
I frowned.
“I didn’t receive anything.”
Wyatt took out his phone.
“Our apartment has a secure mailroom. I’ll call the building manager.”
He stepped into the hallway.
The prosecutor closed the file.
“There is one more thing you should understand.”
“What?”
“Your twenty-eighth birthday is six weeks away.”
“I know.”
“According to the trust, full control transfers to you on that date.”
“So my family had six weeks to stop it.”
“Yes.”
“Why attack me now?”
“We believe Mr. Grayson planned to notify you early because of the forged transfer request.”
I turned toward the window.
