Chapter 12 - THE WRONG EVIDENCE
Dominic moved Clare and Ellie out of the staff cottage that night and into a secured guest wing under independent protection. Clare resisted at first, not because she wanted to remain exposed, but because she hated the idea that accepting more from Dominic could later be used to question her motives. Dominic understood the concern. He put everything in writing through an outside attorney and made clear that her employment status, testimony and housing were separate matters.
The man who came for the latch board had used a legitimate Vale evidence-retrieval form bearing Dominic’s attorney’s logo.
The form was fake.
Security footage showed him leaving in a rented sedan registered through a company tied to Calvin Price’s intermediary.
Lucas denied involvement.
That denial no longer mattered much.
What mattered was that somebody believed Ellie’s toy contained evidence important enough to retrieve after the brace itself had already disappeared.
Clare placed the latch board on a conference table.
Without the silver pin, it looked harmless: twelve small locks, clasps, bolts and catches mounted on smooth wood. Ellie’s grandfather had made it before he died because she loved opening kitchen latches more than playing with dolls.
Dominic studied it.
“What else did she put on here?”
Clare shrugged. “Anything small that fits until I take it away.”
Ellie, sitting beside Mercer with a cup of warm milk, corrected her mother.
“I have another silver click.”
Everyone looked at her.
She slid one wooden panel aside.
A second tiny metal piece dropped into her palm.
Clare stared. “Where did that come from?”
“Mr. Dominic’s old black leg.”
“When?”
Ellie thought.
“Snow time.”
That placed it roughly five months earlier.
Mercer examined the piece and went still.
It was another override pin.
Not the same batch.
Lakeshore Orthotics confirmed the serial mark belonged to Brace One, the officially documented unit.
Ellie had unknowingly preserved components from both modified braces.
That meant both braces contained the custom override design.
The scheme did not depend on a later swap.
It existed from the original delivery.
The chapter’s first reward deepened into something more serious when the manufacturer compared the two pins. Brace One’s pin showed wear consistent with repeated removal and reinsertion. Someone had been changing the compression orientation for months.
Brace Two’s pin showed much less wear.
It was prepared for the final evaluation.
The physical history aligned with the sensor data.
Dominic finally possessed material evidence that the repeated pain pattern came from mechanical manipulation rather than ordinary swelling or one isolated act by Arthur.
Then the investigation suffered its lowest legal blow.
The court overseeing the trust dispute issued an interim order keeping Lucas in operational control of Vale Group while Dominic retained ownership but could not unilaterally block ordinary transactions. The suspended lakefront sale remained frozen, but Lucas continued running the business. The judge cited conflicting testimony, altered medical records and Arthur’s withdrawal from cooperation.
Lucas had not won succession.
Dominic had not regained full practical authority either.
Worse, prosecutors informed Dominic that without the stolen brace or a direct communication ordering physical sabotage, charging Lucas for the tampering would remain difficult. Rebecca’s messages concerned summaries and brace scheduling, not reversing the clasp. Calvin’s intermediary chain pointed through Arthur’s old driver. Arthur had touched the brace himself.
Reasonable doubt had plenty of places to hide.
Dominic returned to the great room after everyone left and found Ellie sitting on the marble floor with her latch board. She was trying to fit the two recovered pins into different toy clasps.
“This one is fatter,” she said.
Dominic crouched beside her carefully.
“What?”
She held them side by side.
The difference was nearly invisible.
Mercer measured them.
Ellie was right.
Brace One’s pin was 0.8 millimeters thicker than Brace Two’s.
Lakeshore’s engineer said that made no sense. Both override kits should use identical retaining pins.
Unless one had been modified after manufacture.
The engineer requested microscopic imaging.
The thicker pin had been sleeved with a nearly invisible metal collar.
Its surface carried tool marks.
More importantly, beneath the sleeve was an engraving that did not belong to Lakeshore at all.
A machine-shop job number.
LV-8814.
North Shore Medical said they never applied it.
The clue Lucas’s people overlooked was not merely a brace component.
It was a traceable modification performed somewhere else.
Dominic’s objective changed again.
Find the shop that created LV-8814.
If they could identify who ordered the sleeve, they might finally jump past Rebecca, Arthur, Calvin and every intermediary Lucas used.
Ellie returned both pins to Mercer, then looked at Dominic’s leg.
“Are you going to wear the hurting one again?”
“No.”
“You promise?”
Dominic smiled without humor.
“Yes.”
Ellie nodded as though a contract had been completed.
Then she went back to her board.
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Adults had spent fourteen months producing reports about Dominic’s pain.
A four-year-old had preserved the two smallest pieces of the mechanism causing it.
