Finding Julian by Morgan Shane

Author:Morgan, Shane [Morgan, Shane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: TSW Books
Published: 2013-12-27T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

When I got off the bus in Wickford, I headed down the street towards Mr. Cornwell’s office. The door was wide open, and there was a SUV parked in front of the building with boxes inside. I walked up the front steps. There was a short, petite lady with auburn hair taping up a few boxes. It looked like the same lady the cops questioned that day when Mr. Cornwell was found dead.

She heard my footsteps as I approached, twirling around with cautious eyes. “Can I help you?”

“Are you Mr. Cornwell’s secretary?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

“My name’s Julian Rowell. I’m—”

“I know who you are.” She bent down and picked up a box from the floor. Walking past me and out the door, she asked over her shoulder, “Why are you still here in Narragansett?”

“Actually,” I picked up one of the boxes and helped carry it out behind her. “I was wondering about Mr. Cornwell’s murder.”

She placed the box on the back seat of her SUV then turned and took the one I was carrying. “What about it?”

“Did the police find any leads?”

“No leads.”

Closing the door, she walked back up the steps and went inside the office. I entered as well, surveying the room. It was huge, with tall bookshelves aligning the walls and a massive, mahogany executive desk right in the middle with a black authoritative chair behind it. Peering at the bank of windows I thought to myself, Mr. Cornwell had a lovely view of the ocean.

Ms. Vaughn moved over to one of the shelves and started piling books inside boxes. She stopped for a moment and skimmed through one of them, shaking her head in pity.

“Oh, Robert, it seems like ever since he started handling the estate of your father it all went downhill for him.”

I inched closer to her, curious. “What do you mean?”

She composed herself and continued packing the boxes. “Well, for one, there was that fuss about Mr. Vanderson removing his sister from his will, said something about her plotting with her lover to take full control of his company, so he wanted to leave it to his wife’s nephew instead.”

“What?” That couldn’t be right. “But Aunt Bev was mentioned in the will. He left the company to her.”

Ms. Vaughn spun. Her eyes expanded with astonishment. “Sorry?”

She dropped the books to the floor and walked over to one of the boxes already packed. She ripped the tape off and took out a red folder, flipping through the sheets of paper.

“That’s odd,” she said.

I walked over. “What’s wrong?”

Fixing the folder inside the box again, she said lowly, “It’s not here.”

“What’s not?”

Ms. Vaughn turned and looked at me, her big brown eyes piercing mine. “There was a copy of the will. I’d printed it for Robert’s records like I always have. So, I don’t understand why it’s not here now.”

That truly was strange. “Do you remember what was in the will you copied?” I wanted to see if she had it right before showing her the one I had in my bag now.

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