Chapter 12 - Elena Brooks
Elena met us in a public library conference room.
No drama.
No disguise.
Just a tired woman in red glasses carrying a canvas tote bag.
"I put the certificate in your desk," she said.
Ortiz stared. "You entered a private residence."
"Mrs. Alvarez let me in. I told her I had company records. I did."
"Why not go to police?"
"I tried."
Ten months earlier, she had contacted a corporate attorney about Claire's account being active after the supposed disappearance.
The attorney reported it internally.
Thomas shut the inquiry down.
Then she received a severance agreement and a threat of litigation if she disclosed proprietary information.
"I got scared," she said.
Then I remembered thirteen months of believing convenient lies.
She showed us an instruction email from Marcus to IT:
Maintain C. Carter credentials pending executive directive. Do not deactivate.
Cc:
Chief information officer.
Graham had told the board he believed Claire was working remotely.
Elena said, "He knew she was dead."
Ortiz asked, "How do you know?"
"Because I heard him say it."
A week after Claire died, Elena walked into an executive conference room early.
Marcus and Graham were already there.
Graham said:
We can't keep using her credentials forever. Dead employees eventually become tax problems.
Elena backed out before they saw her.
That single sentence had haunted her for ten months.
Peter examined the access logs.
Graham's admin account reset Claire's password four times after her death.
He also disabled automatic HR deactivation.
The impersonation was not one person typing every email.
Vanessa wrote messages to me.
Graham kept the account alive.
Thomas protected the board story.
Everyone touched a different piece.
Then Elena pulled a sealed USB drive from her bag.
"Claire gave this to me the afternoon before she disappeared."
"What's on it?"
"I don't know. She told me not to open it unless Daniel finally started asking the right questions."
My hands went cold.
"What were the right questions?"
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Elena looked at me.
"She said you'd know when you stopped asking why she left and started asking who needed you to believe she had."
