THE NIGHT MY DEAD HUSBAND WARNED ME: ‘YOUR SISTER HELPED THEM K!LL ME.’”

Daniel Harper, looked pale.

“He started acting paranoid about three months ago,” he admitted quietly.
“He said somebody inside the company was stealing money.”

I looked back down at the documents.

Bank transfers.

Offshore accounts.

Payments routed through shell corporations.

And one name repeated over and over again:

RACHEL BENNETT.

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