Chapter 3 - The Unlikely AllyI returned to the nursing home, not as a donor, but as a ghost. I needed to get Lillian out, but the security was tighter now; the director knew I was onto them.
I met with the retired nurse, Sarah, who had confirmed my mother’s identity. She was scared, living in a small, remote apartment.
"They own the police, Adrian," she warned. "They own the zoning boards, the hospitals, the courts. If you try to move her, they’ll say you’re kidnapping a mentally unstable woman."
"Then we don't move her in the dark," I said. "We make it a public spectacle. If I can't move her through the shadows, I'll move her through the headlines."
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I began a campaign of calculated destruction. I didn't go to the police—I went to the press. But I didn't give them gossip; I gave them data. I started leaking files from my father’s server, document by document, linking the Judge, Margaret, and a series of anonymous shell companies to the nursing home’s funding.
Every day, a new piece of the puzzle appeared on the front pages of the city’s major papers. The nursing home became the center of a criminal investigation, and the director was suddenly under the spotlight of a dozen federal agencies.
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