Chapter 10: What Happened After the Warrant
Gerald was brought in for questioning at 5:14 that evening.
Adrian wasn't there.
He was at the hospital, where he had decided he would stay until Renata was discharged.
He heard about it from Frances, who called him at 5:40.
"The warrant was executed," she said.
"He went voluntarily.
His personal attorney is with him."
"Not Garrett."
"Garrett is unavailable," Frances said, with the particular dryness of a lawyer who had seen this before.
"He retained separate counsel this morning."
"What happens now?"
"Now they question him.
His attorney will advise him not to answer most of it.
But the documents are already in evidence.
The wire transfer is in evidence.
Delos's statement is in evidence.
Garrett's statement is in evidence." She paused.
"Gerald is a careful man, but careful men leave traces.
He left enough."
"Will he be charged tonight?"
"Unlikely.
These things move at their own pace.
But the petition to amend the trust has been formally suspended.
Harlow filed the counter-petition this afternoon.
With the paternity results and the estate attorney's testimony about Gerald's misrepresentation of the heir clause, the trust transfers to you on your birthday as originally written." A pause.
"That part is done, Adrian.
Whatever happens with the criminal side, that part is done."
He thanked her and hung up.
Renata was watching him from the bed.
She had heard enough from his side of the conversation to understand the shape of it.
"The trust," she said.
"It transfers on my birthday.
Four months."
She nodded slowly.
"And your father?"
"Questioned tonight.
Charges possible within the week, depending on how cooperative he decides to be." He set the phone down.
"Frances thinks Garrett will take a plea.
If he does, Gerald's exposure increases significantly."
"He won't accept that quietly."
"No.
He'll fight it.
He has money and he has lawyers and he has thirty years of knowing how to move things around." Adrian looked at the window.
"But he doesn't have Sylvia anymore.
And he doesn't have Garrett.
And he doesn't have the documents he thought were shredded."
Renata was quiet for a moment.
"Victoria," she said.
He had been waiting for that name to come up.
"What about her?"
"She knew I was alive.
Your father told her.
That's why she said my name in the hall." Renata looked at him carefully.
"She agreed to marry you knowing what he'd done."
"I know."
"That's not a small thing."
"No.
It isn't." He was quiet for a moment.
"She called me this morning.
I didn't answer.
She left a message saying she was sorry.
That she didn't know about the car.
That she thought it was just — a financial arrangement.
A family strategy."
"Do you believe her?"
He thought about it honestly.
"I think she told herself it was just business.
I think she was good at that." He looked at Renata.
"I'm not going to pursue anything against her.
She's not the center of this."
Renata accepted that.
She didn't push it.
Clara came back at seven with food from a restaurant down the street — proper food, not hospital food, in containers that smelled of garlic and something warm.
She set it out on the bedside table and the windowsill and the visitor's chair with the efficiency of someone who had been feeding people through hard times for most of her life.
"Eat," she said, to everyone and no one in particular.
They ate.
Daniel sat on the floor with his container and ate with complete focus.
Mia woke up and was given something soft and appropriate and consumed it with great seriousness.
At some point during the meal, Clara looked at Adrian and said, "What are you going to do now?
After all of this."
He looked around the room.
At Renata.
At Daniel on the floor.
At Mia in the crib.
"I'm going to be here," he said.
Clara looked at him for a moment.
Then she nodded, as if that was the only answer that would have satisfied her, and went back to her food.
Gerald was formally charged four days later.
Conspiracy to commit assault.
Witness intimidation.
Fraud in connection with the estate petition.
The charges were read in a courtroom Adrian did not attend.
He was at a park two miles from the hospital.
Renata had been discharged that morning.
She was sitting on a bench in the thin autumn sun, watching Daniel run in circles around a tree for reasons that were entirely his own.
Mia was in Adrian's arms, one fist wrapped around his finger, looking at the sky with the focused curiosity of someone encountering it for the first time.
His phone buzzed.
Frances.
*Charges filed.
Arraignment next week.
His attorney is already talking about a plea to reduce the conspiracy charge.
Garrett confirmed everything.*
He read it.
Put the phone in his pocket.
Renata glanced at him from the bench.
He gave her a small nod.
She looked back at Daniel.
He was still running.
He had added a sound effect.
"He does that," she said.
"The running.
He just runs."
"I know someone else who used to do that," Adrian said.
She looked at him.
"You?"
"My mother used to say I ran laps around the garden until I'd worked something out." He looked at Daniel.
"I don't know what he's working out."
"He's four," Renata said.
"He doesn't need a reason."
Mia made a sound against his shoulder.
He adjusted his hold on her.
She grabbed his collar and held on.
"Adrian," Renata said.
"Yes."
"Thank you.
For not walking away when it got complicated."
He looked at her.
The autumn light was behind her.
She looked tired and real and more herself than anyone he had seen in a long time.
"It was never complicated," he said.
"It was just hidden."
She was quiet for a moment.
Then Daniel ran back to them, slightly out of breath, and announced that the tree was a castle and that Adrian was required to defend it.
Adrian handed Mia carefully to Renata, stood up, and went to defend the castle.
Renata watched them.
She pulled her coat a little tighter.
Mia reached up and touched her face.
She held her daughter's hand and let the sun sit on her for a while.
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