“Who owns the shell company?” Evelyn asked.
Caleb tapped his leather notebook against his knee. “The registration documents are blank, but the tax ID leads back to a bank branch in Boston.”
“We need to go inside,” Evelyn said, standing up. “Harrison is still in the ballroom.”
“Evelyn, wait,” Caleb said, catching her arm. “You can’t just confront him in front of three hundred people.”
“I am not going to the ballroom,” she said.
She walked back toward the service entrance of the hotel, her heels clicking against the stone tiles of the garden path. She bypassed the ballroom entrance and turned into the narrow service corridor behind the kitchens, where the air smelled of stale grease and industrial soap.
Harrison was standing near an exit door, talking to a man in a tuxedo.
“Harrison,” Evelyn said, her voice soft but absolutely clear.
The man in the tuxedo excused himself and walked away, leaving them alone in the harsh fluorescent light of the corridor.
Harrison turned, his brow furrowing as he looked at the tablet in her hand. “Evelyn, I told you, I’m busy tonight. What is this?”
“This is the medical file from September 2006,” she said, holding the screen toward him. “Dr. Marsh received forty-one thousand dollars from a Vale account hours before he induced my labor.”
Harrison adjusted his gold cufflinks, his face tightening. “What are you talking about? Dr. Marsh was the best specialist in the city. I paid him a retainer.”
“This wasn’t a retainer,” Evelyn said. “Look at the transaction memo, Harrison.”
He leaned in, his eyes scanning the digital document. His face went pale, but his voice remained booming and defensive. “This is a forgery. You’re bringing up ancient history to ruin my evening. Claire and I are celebrating our anniversary.”
“Claire’s name is on the shell company’s tax registration,” Evelyn said, watching his reaction closely.
“That’s impossible,” Harrison said, his voice rising, his authority collapsing into confusion. “Claire didn’t even know Dr. Marsh. She had nothing to do with our medical care.”
Evelyn stared at him, realizing he truly did not know.
She turned and walked away, leaving him in the empty service corridor.
