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Ryan stood outside the church, his hands tucked in his pockets as he stared at the heavy wooden doors. Saying goodbye to his father wasn\u2019t something he was ready for\u2014not yet.<\/p>\n
Behind him, Bella barked sharply, her tone higher than usual. He turned toward his car to see the German Shepherd pacing anxiously in the backseat, ears pricked, eyes fixed on the church.<\/p>\n
\u201cBella, down,\u201d Ryan commanded with a hand gesture. The dog hesitated, then obeyed, settling into a crouch but still whining softly. He leaned in and patted her through the window. \u201cStay.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside the church, Arnold\u2019s casket sat beneath a spray of white lilies. The funeral director had cordoned off the area, citing caution\u2014Arnold\u2019s sudden death had been ruled infectious. Ryan slid into the pew beside his mother, who sat staring at the altar, her face unreadable.<\/p>\n
The service passed in a blur of prayers and whispered hymns. But as the final song began, a bark rang through the church like a gunshot.<\/p>\n
Bella.<\/p>\n
She burst through the doors before anyone could stop her, bounded down the aisle, and leapt onto the casket. Flowers toppled. Murmurs erupted. Bella barked again and then dropped into her trained alert position\u2014motionless, eyes locked on Ryan.<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t hesitate.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it,\u201d he said, already moving.<\/p>\n
The funeral director stammered an objection, but Ryan ignored him. With both hands, he lifted the lid.<\/p>\n
The casket was empty.<\/p>\n
Chaos erupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s my brother?\u201d someone cried.<\/p>\n
Ryan barely caught his mother as she collapsed, her body limp. He cradled her, shouting for help as the church erupted into confusion. The paramedics arrived minutes later and rushed her to the hospital.<\/p>\n
That night, Ryan called the police.<\/p>\n
Detective Bradshaw showed up at his mother\u2019s house, clipboard in hand, expression grim. \u201cThe coroner confirmed the death and released the remains to the funeral home,\u201d she said. \u201cAre you aware of anything suspicious your father might have been involved in?\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan shook his head. He had split from the family business years ago to open a dog training center. Whatever Arnold had been tangled in, Ryan hadn\u2019t been part of it.<\/p>\n
Bradshaw promised updates, but Ryan didn\u2019t intend to wait.<\/p>\n
The morgue was quiet when he arrived. The receptionist looked up, startled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe coroner? He resigned two days ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo replacement yet?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head. When Ryan asked to see his father\u2019s file, she refused\u2014until he set $1,000 on the counter.<\/p>\n
She glanced around and nodded. \u201cTen minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan slipped into the coroner\u2019s office and scoured the cabinets. Nothing. His father\u2019s file was missing.<\/p>\n
Then his phone buzzed. It was Mr. Stevens, the family\u2019s longtime lawyer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to see you,\u201d Stevens said. \u201cYou\u2019ve just been made CEO.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan drove straight to his father\u2019s office. Arnold\u2019s computer sat on the desk, open. He accessed the email\u2014completely wiped. Someone had erased everything.<\/p>\n
When Stevens walked in, Ryan didn\u2019t waste time.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho\u2019s been using the computer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one,\u201d the lawyer said casually.<\/p>\n
Ryan frowned. \u201cWhere are the two dancer figurines that used to be here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took them home,\u201d Stevens said. \u201cHe was obsessed with that set. Never could get the third one, though. Some collector won\u2019t part with it for less than half a million.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan had already scoured the house. The figurines weren\u2019t there.<\/p>\n
Stevens shifted gears. \u201cThe company\u2019s in trouble. Your father had been missing meetings for months. It all started around the time he hired his new secretary. I hate to say it, but I think there was more than just business going on between them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan clenched his fists. He spent the day smoothing things over with investors, but his mind was elsewhere.<\/p>\n
That evening, he followed Miss Pearson, Arnold\u2019s secretary, to her modest suburban home. When she left again, he slipped inside through the garage.<\/p>\n
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\nThe house was neat, unassuming. He moved through it with care, flashlight in hand. In the bedroom, a framed photo on the nightstand made his blood run cold\u2014Miss Pearson kissing his father.<\/p>\n
He searched the house top to bottom. Nothing. But just as he was about to leave, he noticed an envelope tucked in the coffee table drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside was a life insurance policy\u2014$7 million. The sole beneficiary: Miss Pearson.<\/p>\n
He took it straight to the police.<\/p>\n
Detective Bradshaw read it and narrowed her eyes. \u201cShe\u2019s booked on a flight to Morocco. No extradition. We need to act fast.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan wanted to go with them. Bradshaw refused, but Ryan followed anyway, slipping into the group as they passed through airport security.<\/p>\n
The officers moved quickly, scanning the crowd. \u201cDark-haired woman in the white shirt! Step forward!\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman turned. It wasn\u2019t her.<\/p>\n
They searched for hours. Miss Pearson had vanished.<\/p>\n
Back to square one.<\/p>\n
But Ryan had a theory. He looked up the collector with the final figurine and paid him a visit.<\/p>\n
\u201c$750,000,\u201d the man said when Ryan asked for the price.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s outrageous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s rare. That\u2019s the price.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan didn\u2019t argue. He called Mr. Stevens. \u201cSell enough shares to get me the cash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ll lose your majority.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll buy them back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Stevens sighed. \u201cThis is about your father, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
The funds transferred. Ryan bought the figurine and arranged for it to be auctioned anonymously. He paid for ads, quietly but thoroughly, making sure Arnold would hear about it\u2014wherever he was.<\/p>\n
The day of the auction, Ryan stood near the back, watching. Bidders dwindled until only two remained. But neither was Arnold.<\/p>\n
The auctioneer\u2019s voice rang out. \u201c$600,000, going once\u2026 going twice\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne million!\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan\u2019s heart stopped.<\/p>\n
He turned and saw the man rise slowly, removing his wide-brimmed hat.<\/p>\n
Arnold.<\/p>\n
The gavel hit the podium. \u201cSold!\u201d<\/p>\n
Arnold turned to leave.<\/p>\n
Ryan stepped into his path. \u201cGoing somewhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before his father could respond, Detective Bradshaw appeared and snapped cuffs around his wrists.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou tricked me!\u201d Arnold growled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Ryan said coldly. \u201cYou faked your death. Lied to Mom. Planned to disappear with your mistress and seven million dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was tired,\u201d Arnold muttered. \u201cTired of the pressure. I wanted a new life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan stared at him. \u201cYou taught me to always do the right thing. I just did.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arnold lowered his head.<\/p>\n
Bradshaw nodded. \u201cWe\u2019ll get Miss Pearson, too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ryan watched as his father was led away, the illusion of the man he once admired dissolving behind the police car\u2019s tinted windows.<\/p>\n
Beside him, Bella let out a quiet, satisfied woof.<\/p>\n
She\u2019d known all along.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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