Chapter 6 - What Keeping Quiet Had Cost
Evelyn's first instinct was to accuse Vanessa.
Her second was to remember why investigations failed.
People decided what they wanted the evidence to mean before they finished reading it.
So she waited.
Mara traced the transfers.
Money had moved from the restricted transportation account into the clinic's general operating account seven times over eleven months.
Every transfer had eventually been partly replaced.
Never completely.
The outstanding difference was $186,000.
Vanessa had authorized all seven.
Grant sat across from Evelyn when Mara explained it.
He rubbed a thumb over the scar near his left wrist, an old habit Evelyn had noticed only after he recognized the pin.
“This is grant money?”
“Restricted money,” Mara said. “It wasn't supposed to cover payroll.”
Grant closed his eyes briefly.
His veterans group had referred patients to Mercer Clinic for years.
Now his own reputation was tied to the place.
Vanessa arrived halfway through the meeting.
She took one look at the spreadsheet and stopped pretending there was nothing to explain.
“No patient missed a ride.”
“That isn't the point,” Evelyn said.
“It was payroll or an empty building.”
“You could have gone to the board.”
“And waited three weeks while everyone debated procedure?”
Evelyn heard something beneath the anger.
Fear.
Real fear.
Vanessa turned to Grant.
“I kept this clinic alive after Walter died.”
Grant's face tightened at her use of their father's first name, something she'd started doing after becoming managing director.
“By using Evelyn's service when it suited you?”
Vanessa looked at him.
Then at Evelyn.
For the first time, her confidence cracked.
“You don't understand what she coming back would have done.”
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The wording stayed with Evelyn.
Not what the truth would have done.
