“That’s not going to happen,”
Nathan said firmly.
“I won’t let it happen.”
“How are you going to stop it?”
Evelyn asked.
“Your mother is powerful. She has money and lawyers and connections. What do we have?”
“We have the truth,”
Nathan said. Evelyn laughed bitterly.
“The truth, Nathan? The truth doesn’t matter when you’re up against someone like your mother. She’ll twist it. She’ll make me look crazy. She’ll make everyone believe I’m lying.”
“Not if we have proof,”
Nathan said. Evelyn shook her head.
“What proof? It happened 8 years ago. The car burned. Any evidence is long gone.”
Nathan started pacing, thinking hard.
“There has to be something. Some record, some paper trail. My mother is smart, but she’s not perfect. She had to leave evidence somewhere.”
“Like what?”
Evelyn asked.
“The men she hired,”
Nathan said.
“To take you to the warehouse. To burn the car. She had to pay them somehow. There would be records. Bank transfers, checks, something.”
“And how are we supposed to get those records?”
Evelyn asked.
“We can’t just break into her bank.”
Nathan stopped pacing. An idea was forming in his mind.
“No,”
he said slowly.
“But I know someone who can help us.”
“Who?”
Evelyn asked.
“My father,”
Nathan said. Evelyn’s eyes widened.
“Your father? But I thought he and my mother got divorced 3 years ago.”
“They did,”
Nathan explained.
“They had a nasty split. He might know things. He might have access to her financial records from when they were married.”
“Would he help us?”
Evelyn asked doubtfully.
“I don’t know,”
Nathan admitted.
“We haven’t spoken much since the divorce, but it’s worth a try.”
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