“Find every communication between Arthur and Margaret during the week Chloe was hospitalized.”
He hesitated.
“That may require legal authorization.”
“Get it.”
“Claire…”
“What?”
“There’s something else.”
My chest tightened.
“What?”
“We found a folder on the secure finance server.”
“What kind of folder?”
“It was labeled Project Sparrow.”
The name meant nothing to me.
“What’s inside?”
“I think you should see it with Miriam.”
Project Sparrow was not about embezzlement.
At least not directly.
It was about me.
Arthur had spent eleven months building a plan to separate me from control of Sterling Holdings.
There were memos from private attorneys.
Draft affidavits.
Psychological evaluations from a doctor I had never met.
Emails describing me as “emotionally unstable following prolonged bereavement.”
I stared at that phrase.
“What bereavement?”
Miriam scrolled downward.
My father.
Arthur had been documenting my grief after Dad’s death.
Cancelled dinners.
Therapy appointments.
Insomnia.
