Emily tried several keys from Ethan’s keychain. The third one fit. The small cabinet door opened, and before her eyes she saw several red folders neatly stacked on a shelf.
There they were.
Her heart raced.
The first folder was labeled Andrade M. The last name did not ring a bell. Emily opened it and saw the will of an elderly woman leaving an apartment and a country house to my God Ethan Hayes.
The second folder: Castro PN, a will with a large sum of money in favor of the same Ethan Hayes.
The third folder: Jennings, CS, and this last name was familiar.
Emily remembered her great aunt Catherine, her late mother’s sister, who had passed away six months ago—childless, alone. She planned to leave her inheritance to her only grand niece.
Opening the folder, Emily saw a will in which all of Catherine’s properties and apartment on the Upper East Side valued at $800,000, a house in the Birkers, and her bank saved the savings passed to Ethan Hayes as a close family friend.
“You bastard,” Emily whispered.