Chapter 11 - A Company Made of Paper

Blackwell Holdings had no employees, no office, and no phone number that reached a person. Yet Haven House had sent it $386,000 for “property transition services.”

Priya read the bank records aloud. “Southgate bills Haven House for moves. Blackwell bills Haven House for planning the moves. Then Blackwell pays a consulting company owned by Robert.”

“So the foundation pays him twice to push families out of its own building.”

“That is what the records suggest. We need the independent auditor to verify the whole chain.”

At the county records office, we found a second name attached to Blackwell's financing: Helen Kincaid. My mother-in-law was listed as guarantor on a loan secured by the property Robert hoped to buy.

“That can't be right,” I said. “Helen told me she never handled foundation finances.”

“Ask her before we assume anything.”

I called. Helen answered on the fourth ring.

“I need to ask about Blackwell Holdings,” I said.

A long silence followed. “David told you?”

“No. Public records did.”

Her breath caught. “Robert said it was only paperwork.”

“What did you sign?”

“A few pages. He told me the shelter would lose funding if I refused. I didn't even read them.”

I thought of David saying he'd read one page out of nine. Robert had raised a son in his own image and taught his wife to survive by looking away.

“Helen, people could lose their homes.”

“I know that now.”

“Will you say that to an investigator?”

“I don't know.”

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Before she hung up, Helen whispered, “He keeps a blue binder in his locked desk. I saw your name in it before your wedding.”

I gripped the phone. Robert had been building a file about me before I ever became his daughter-in-law.