Chapter 6 - THE NIGHT THE HARBOR RECORDS VANISHED
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The recovered drive contained emails, internal accounting schedules, and construction change notices.
Some files were encrypted. Others were readable.
The forensic team confirmed that several records appeared to predate Miles's death.
Then they found a video.
It showed Miles sitting inside his office, looking tired.
He spoke directly to the camera.
“If Graham sees this, it means I didn't get the chance to tell him what I found.”
My husband's face went white.
I reached for his hand.
He held it tightly.
Miles continued.
“The waterfront safety fund is being misused. I believe someone has diverted money intended for structural upgrades and emergency training.”
He glanced toward the door.
“I've asked Everett for the original approvals. He won't give them to me.”
Then his voice changed.
“And somebody is using Lennox Manufacturing's credentials to approve work their engineers haven't inspected.”
I covered my mouth.
Miles looked into the camera.
“Richard Lennox warned me. I believe him.”
Graham made a sound beside me.
Not a word.
Something between grief and disbelief.
The video continued.
“I don't know whether this is criminal or just reckless. But people are working on those platforms. We can't ignore it.”
He paused.
Then said softly, “Graham, if I'm wrong, you can yell at me afterward.”
His mouth curved.
“If I'm right, please don't let them bury it.”
The video ended.
For a long time, nobody moved.
Then Graham stood and walked toward the window.
His shoulders trembled.
I approached.
“Graham.”
He shook his head.
“He trusted your father.”
“Yes.”
“And I blamed him.”
I put my hand against his back.
Graham covered his face.
Then he began crying.
I held him while the grief he'd carried for four years finally changed shape.
The following morning, the independent investigators notified us that archived records from a Vale Maritime document repository had been altered or deleted.
The timing was troubling.
The legal team had issued preservation instructions only days earlier.
Now parts of the archive were missing.
Graham's expression hardened.
“Everett.”
“Possibly,” I said.
“Who else would do this?”
“We need to establish who had access.”
He looked at me.
“Your compliance training is going to make you very difficult to argue with.”
I smiled faintly.
“That's one of its best features.”
That afternoon, Everett appeared at our home.
Uninvited.
Graham met him in the drawing room.
I remained beside the doorway.
Everett's smile was strained.
“Nephew.”
“Uncle.”
“I hear you're digging through old records.”
Graham folded his arms.
“I'm reviewing documents related to my brother's death.”
Everett glanced toward me.
“And your wife is helping?”
“Yes.”
His expression darkened.
“Audrey's father caused this tragedy.”
Graham didn't answer immediately.
Then he said, “Miles believed otherwise.”
Everett froze.
Only for a second.
But I saw it.
“What?”
Graham watched him.
“Miles recorded his concerns before he died.”
Everett recovered.
“He was grieving over a failed project. He didn't understand the financial side.”
“He understood enough to ask questions.”
Everett looked toward me again.
I smiled politely.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Vale.”
He stared.
Then said, “Audrey, perhaps you should leave the men to discuss business.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“I'm afraid that's no longer an arrangement I'm willing to accept.”
Graham looked at me.
Then back at Everett.
“My wife stays.”
The room fell silent.
For the first time, Everett seemed uncertain of his influence over Graham.
Then he laughed coldly.
“You're letting a Lennox tell you what to believe?”
Graham's expression hardened.
“No.”
He picked up the folder.
“I'm letting evidence change my mind.”
Everett left ten minutes later.
When the front door closed, Graham stood motionless.
Then he turned toward me.
“Was that a mistake?”
“Confronting him before the investigation is complete?”
“Yes.”
I considered.
“Probably.”
He closed his eyes.
I smiled faintly.
“But at least you didn't threaten to throw him into the harbor.”
Graham laughed despite himself.
“Progress.”
“Significant progress.”
Then his phone rang.
An unfamiliar number.
He answered.
A man's voice spoke.
“Mr. Vale, you don't know me, but I worked on Pier 14.”
Graham went still.
The caller hesitated.
“My name is Nathan Briggs.”
I saw Graham's expression change.
Nathan continued.
“I was there the day your brother died.”
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A pause.
Then he whispered, “And I know why the platform collapsed.”
