Chapter 5 - The Brother Nolan ErasedMarcus Vale was forty-two.
Eleven years older than Nolan.
He shared Nolan’s mother but had a different father.
Caroline knew because she had heard it from Nolan’s aunt at the wedding.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Brooke asked.
“I assumed you knew.”
“I didn’t.”
“I’m sorry.”
Brooke closed her eyes.
There were too many apologies arriving after secrets.
Lena began tracing Marcus’s companies.
Hartwell Solutions.
Premier Stone Maintenance.
Vale Structural Consulting.
Different names.
Same ecosystem.
Over eighteen months, Mercer Property Group had paid companies linked to Marcus approximately $1.06 million.
Lena estimated at least $430,000 lacked sufficient documentation.
Some services were legitimate.
Others appeared inflated or duplicated.
Money then flowed from Marcus-controlled accounts to Northstar Recovery.
Nolan’s lender.
Marissa leaned forward.
“This begins to look like a kickback arrangement.”
Brooke asked, “Can police charge him?”
“Slow down. First we preserve evidence and notify the board.”
The board hired independent counsel.
They also placed Nolan on administrative leave.
No one called it embezzlement yet.
Not officially.
Brooke could barely tolerate the restraint.
That afternoon, Nolan called.
She let it go to voicemail.
His message was different.
No anger.
“Brooke, Marcus has nothing to do with us. Don’t drag him into this.”
She replayed it.
Interesting.
He had not denied knowing Marcus.
He had not denied the payments.
He simply wanted Brooke to stop.
She forwarded the voicemail to Marissa.
Twenty minutes later, another arrived.
“Please. There are things about Marcus you don’t understand.”
Brooke stared at the phone.
That sounded almost human.
Almost frightened.
She called back with Marissa listening.
Nolan answered immediately.
“Brooke.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you had a brother?”
Silence.
“It’s complicated.”
“So is fraud.”
“Don’t call it that.”
“Why were his companies being paid by Mercer?”
“He did work.”
“Some of it.”
“All of it.”
“The records disagree.”
Nolan exhaled.
“Marcus was helping me.”
“With what?”
Silence.
“Your debt?”
Nolan said nothing.
Brooke’s voice lowered.
“How much do you owe Northstar?”
“That is none of your business.”
“You attempted to secure the debt against my home.”
“It would have been temporary.”
“So you admit it.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You just did.”
“Brooke, listen to me.”
“No.”
“Marcus is dangerous when he’s cornered.”
Brooke froze.
Marissa immediately wrote something on her legal pad.
“What does that mean?”
Nolan hesitated.
“Nothing.”
“You just warned me about your own brother.”
“I’m telling you not to contact him.”
“Why?”
“Because he doesn’t care about you.”
“And you do?”
Silence.
Brooke closed her eyes.
Nolan whispered, “I’m trying to fix this.”
“You had years.”
“I can still fix it.”
“You stole from our daughter.”
“I was drunk.”
“Being drunk explains nothing.”
“I would have put the money back.”
“You always say you’ll put things back.”
Nolan’s breathing changed.
Brooke continued.
“Money. Trust. Promises.”
“Stop.”
“You don’t get to order me anymore.”
“Brooke—”
“Did Marcus know the invoices were inflated?”
Nolan hung up.
Marissa stared at the phone.
“That was useful.”
Brooke felt sick.
“I don’t want useful. I want to know how I spent six years married to someone I don’t know.”
That night, Tessa counted her recovered savings at Caroline’s kitchen table.
Eight hundred and twelve dollars.
Thirty-one dollars were missing.
Tessa stared at the total.
“Dad took it.”
Brooke remembered Nolan stuffing bills into his pocket before she entered.
“Probably.”
Tessa’s eyes filled.
“It’s only thirty-one dollars,” Brooke said gently.
“That’s not why.”
Brooke knew.
Tessa whispered, “I counted it every Sunday.”
Brooke hugged her.
This time Tessa let her.
“I’m going to replace the thirty-one.”
Tessa pulled away.
“No.”
Brooke blinked.
“I want Dad to.”
Brooke looked at her daughter.
“Okay.”
Tessa placed the recovered money in an envelope.
“I don’t want another piggy bank.”
“Why?”
“Because you can break those.”
The sentence followed Brooke into the night.
The next morning, Lena called.
Northstar had responded to a legal records request from company counsel.
The original private loan to Nolan had not been $400,000.
It was $780,000.
And Marcus had guaranteed it.
One clause allowed Northstar to pursue Marcus if Nolan defaulted.
That explained the money moving through Marcus’s companies.
But another document created a new question.
Nolan had listed the purpose of the loan as:
Acquisition investment.
Not medical bills.
Not recovery.
Not household expenses.
Nolan had borrowed nearly eight hundred thousand dollars for an investment Brooke had never heard of.
And the investment’s name was attached.
Redwood Crest Development.
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Brooke knew that name.
It was the project her mother had refused to buy six years earlier.
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