“Attorney Brenda, it’s me,” I said the moment she picked up the call. “Misty just came here to threaten me.”
Her professional tone shifted instantly to one of deep concern.
“What exactly did she say to you, Cassandra?”
“She said exactly what we were afraid of, so I need to know if you can come over right now.”
“I am on my way,” she replied firmly, “and you shouldn’t worry because your father thought much further ahead than any of them.”
After I hung up, I noticed something caught under the leaves of a rosebush. It was a small envelope, damp with the morning dew and covered in my father’s unmistakable handwriting.
It was addressed directly to me, and I picked it up with trembling hands. I felt as if the paper weighed more than it should, as if it held a final, decisive move in a game I didn’t know we were playing.
Part 2
Attorney Brenda arrived twenty minutes later carrying her briefcase and a bottle of wine. She had been my father’s legal counsel for decades, but she was also a dear friend who had known me since I was a child.
We locked ourselves in the study, which still smelled of the mild tobacco and old wood that always reminded me of my father. I sat in his large leather armchair while still clutching the unopened envelope in my hand.
“You didn’t want to open that alone, did you?” Brenda asked gently.
I shook my head because I was terrified of what Misty had hinted about my brother Jesse.
“Your father left very specific instructions, and some things were meant to be discovered only at the right time.”
I looked up at her with confusion.
“What is that supposed to mean, Brenda?”
“Go ahead and open the envelope, Cassandra.”
I broke the wax seal and found a letter along with a small brass key tucked inside.
“My dear Cassandra,” I read aloud, hearing my father’s gravelly voice in my mind. “If you are reading this, it means someone has already made a move for the inheritance.”
The letter continued, “Knowing how people are, I bet it was Misty, a woman I never liked because she had the smile of a magazine and the soul of a debt collector.”
Brenda let out a small laugh as I continued reading the rest of the message.
“The key opens the bottom drawer of my desk, where you will find exactly what you need to defend what is rightfully yours. Remember what I taught you about chess: sometimes you have to let a pawn advance just to protect the queen.”
I looked at Brenda and asked if she had been in on this the whole time.
“I helped him prepare everything six months ago when he realized how his illness would eventually end.”
I inserted the brass key into the desk drawer and it opened with a satisfying click. Inside was a thick manila envelope and a small black USB drive that made my heart pound against my ribs.
“Before you look at those, you need to know that your father added a codicil to his will just three days before he passed.”
“A codicil? What does that change?”
“It is a legal amendment,” she explained, “and believe me when I say it changes everything about tomorrow.”
I opened the manila envelope and watched as photographs, bank statements, and printed emails spilled across the desk. One photo showed Misty in a dark parking lot handing a thick envelope to a man I didn’t recognize.
Another photo showed Simon entering a law office that definitely didn’t belong to Brenda. There were also deposit slips marked with yellow highlighter and chains of emails with content that made my blood run cold.
“Did my father actually investigate them himself?”
