“Whitaker,” I said. “Evelyn Rose Whitaker before she married Jason’s father.”
Daniel typed it into his notes. “Any storage companies he used?”
I thought carefully. Jason owned many things through shell companies and family trusts. He had treated ownership like a maze, not because he needed privacy, but because he enjoyed being the only person with the map.
“There was one,” I said slowly. “Years ago. After his father died. Whitaker Holdings paid monthly fees to a private storage facility outside Westbridge. I saw the charge once before he removed me from the account.”
Daniel looked up. “Do you remember the name?”
“Crown Ridge Archives.”
His expression grew still.
“What?” I asked.
“That’s not a regular storage facility. It handles secure document storage for law firms, medical practices, and private companies.”
