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A Defender's Heart
A Defender's Heart
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“My parents,” she said. She hadn’t even thought about them. About the conclusions they’d draw. They’d been so worried about her. So thrilled when she’d started seeing Charles.

“We don’t have to tell anyone, Heather. At least, not yet. Let’s find our own way on this, give it some time—and then decide about announcing a breakup.”

He was offering her the best of both worlds. And that wasn’t fair to him. Unless...

“As long as you know, in your heart, that I’m not yours. We are broken up, Charles. I can’t worry about every move I make affecting you. I need you to think single. If you meet someone else, someone who wants to get married right away and start a family with you...”

His finger over her lips stopped the completion of her sentence, but the important words had already been said.

“I understand,” he told her. “And, in truth, if I meet someone who interests me, I will most definitely ask her out. If nothing else, it’ll show me that you’re the one I want—even if it means being a father in my old age. Or...”

He could fall in love, and she’d lose him forever.

The idea, while hard, wasn’t nearly as awful as the way she’d felt meeting with Cedar behind Charles’s back.

She laid her head against his shoulder. She wanted some more wine, but knew she should leave what was left in her glass. She had to drive.

“I’d better be going,” she told him—the first mention either of them had made about the fact that she wasn’t going to be sleeping with him that night as he’d been expecting.

“It’s getting late,” he agreed, gathering both glasses and the bottle of wine as he stood. He followed her to the door, the glass stems between the fingers of one hand, the bottle in the other. He waited while she collected her purse and opened the door.

She didn’t want to kiss him good-night. But didn’t want to just walk out on him, either. Glancing over at him, she struggled for something to say. Besides the “I really do love you” that was entirely inappropriate.

“Drive carefully,” he said, raising the two glasses to her.

“I will.”

She left, tears streaming down her face as she closed his door behind her and climbed into her car.

She’d done the right thing.

And it hurt like hell.

CHAPTER SEVEN (#udc7d5650-032c-5356-81ff-d9f7219f9482)

DISALVO, HIS FATHER’S FRIEND, was being investigated for tax fraud. Criminal charges were expected to be filed soon. He wasn’t only looking at having all his assets frozen, but could be facing prison time, as well. Like most in his income bracket, DiSalvo had a myriad of interests, not all related. Businesses he’d purchased as a silent investor, some he hadn’t purchased outright but invested in. And as Cedar had, the man had someone prepare his taxes every year.

Alvin Hines, tax specialist to the rich and famous, was the first person Cedar looked at once he had a more complete picture of the situation. Not because he was certain the man was guilty of fraud—he wasn’t sure of that at all. He’d found some numbers in the files that had been provided to the preparer by DiSalvo’s people, numbers that didn’t add up. Deductions taken without evidence to prove they were legitimate. Purchases made with no proof of goods having existed. Services paid for, with no accounting of those services having been received. Like the landscaping that was done for a property DiSalvo had bought and sold. The property was wooded, with forty-year-old trees. It didn’t need landscaping.

Didn’t mean Hines had done anything wrong. He reported what his clients gave him.

In any case, the fraud of which DiSalvo was being accused was on a grander scale. Companies in which he’d invested once, a relatively small amount of money each time, were included in the list of everything that was being investigated and named in the criminal charge. And the money that had been invested had come from another source he’d never really owned. All of which gave wiggle room for getting him off. And gave doubt to his innocence, too.

Cedar spent all of Monday night following paper trails—and coming up with dead ends. Investments were tied to other investments, and yet DiSalvo wasn’t tied to most of them. Or an investment that was named was tied to one that wasn’t.

After almost ten hours of work, he’d come up with two key points. First, the timeline—threads had started to connect three years before, during the summer. Ties between investors started there. Like a massive family tree filled with branches, and that was when the trunk came into sight. Almost as though the people had met in person. Concocted a plan.

Or an event had happened that triggered the events that followed. Or fostered the financial relationships that grew out of it.

Second point—an entity, HHC, had shown up in some emails, and he’d found no reference to what the acronym stood for.


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