have deliberately st-stolen it.’
‘That’s ridiculous! Lenny would never steal. Besides, why would he rob his own fund?’
‘I d-don’t believe he did, Grace. I want you to know that.’ John took her hand. ‘But other people – the FBI, investors, the n-newspapers, are jumping to conclusions. They say that once the SEC started investigating, Lenny knew Quorum would collapse and that he would be exposed. G-Grace, they’re saying that Lenny might have c-committed suicide.’
Grace felt sick.
Suicide? Lenny? No. Never. Even if he had stolen some money, he would never leave me. He would never take his own life.
She struggled to keep her voice steady.
‘Whatever happened on that boat, John, it was an accident. Lenny was happy when he left me that morning. Why hasn’t the FBI spoken to me? I would have told them that!’
‘I’m sure they will want to talk to you eventually. Once a d-death certificate is issued, there’ll likely be an inquest. Right now the p-primary focus is on locating the m-missing money. Until that happens, all Quorum’s assets have been frozen, as well as your p-personal accounts.’
Grace looked so small and lost, perched on the edge of the couch. Had John Merrivale been a more tactile man, he’d have gone over and hugged her. As it was, he said, ‘Try not to worry. I know it’s hard. But you and I b-both know Lenny wasn’t a thief. The truth will come out eventually. Everything will be okay.’
No it won’t. Not without Lenny. Nothing will ever be okay again.
It was the next morning that the storm erupted. Angry investors marched on Quorum’s offices, demanding their money back. CNN showed images of a near riot, with mounted police forcing back the mob. Within hours, the likely scale of what was now being called the Quorum Fraud was making headline news around the world.
Grace watched the television in shock. ‘Leonard Brookstein, once one of New York’s best-loved philanthropists and an American icon, was today being exposed as perhaps the greatest thief in U.S. history. Furious investors in Brookstein’s Quorum Hedge Fund burned effigies of the fifty-eight-year-old, presumed dead after a freak sailing accident last month, outside his former offices.’
The phone rang. It was John. Grace broke down.
‘Oh, John! Have you seen what they’re saying about Lenny? The news…I can’t watch.’
‘Grace, l-listen to me. You’re not safe. I’m c-coming to pick you up.’
‘But that’s crazy. Why would anyone want to hurt me?’
‘People are angry, Grace. Lenny’s n-not here. You’re the next best thing.’
‘But, John…’
‘No b-buts. You must stay with us. Pack a bag. I’ll be there in t-ten minutes.’
Ten minutes later, Grace was in the back of an armored Town Car. As she left her building, a small group of hecklers was already gathered outside. They jeered at her.
‘Where’s the money, Grace?’
‘Where’d Lenny hide it?’
‘Is that seventy billion in your suitcase, baby, or are you just glad to see us?’
By the time John bundled her into the car, she was hyperventilating.
She never set foot in her apartment again.
‘No. I won’t sell it. I can’t.’
Grace was in the boardroom of the law firm Carter Hochstein. Around the table were six forbidding-looking men in dark suits. John Merrivale introduced them as Lenny’s trustees, the men responsible for overseeing his estate.
‘I’m afraid you have no choice. Put simply, Mrs Brookstein, you do not have the money to continue paying the mortgage on the apartment. We’re going to have to put all your assets on the market. Historically, your husband funded his lifestyle by borrowing large sums of money against the value of his stake in Quorum. Those loans have now been called in, and you have no immediate means of paying them.’
Grace turned to John Merrivale in bewilderment.
‘But how can that be? Can’t I, I don’t know, sell some shares or something?’
John looked pained. ‘The thing is, Grace, until this mess is sorted out at Quorum, you d-don’t have any shares to sell.’
‘Mrs Brookstein.’ Kenneth Greville, the most senior partner, spelled it out in black and white. ‘You must understand. Vast sums of money remain unaccounted for at Quorum. Hundreds of thousands of your husband’s investors have been financially ruined. They’ve lost everything.’
Grace thought, And I haven’t?
‘Until your husband is determined to be legally dead and the criminal investigation is completed, we can’t draw any firm conclusions. But it does look increasingly likely that Mr Brookstein was involved, to some degree at least, in fraudulent activity of a most serious nature. The amounts that were stolen – ’
‘No.’ Grace stood up. ‘I’m sorry, but I won’t sit here and listen to this. My husband never stole anything. Lenny is not a thief! He’s a good man and he built Quorum up from nothing. Tell them, John.’
Kenneth Greville thought, She still refers to him in the present tense. The poor child’s delusional.
‘Your loyalty is admirable, Mrs Brookstein. But it is my unpleasant duty to inform you of the facts with regard to your current, and probably future, financial circumstances. You will not be able to continue living at the Park Avenue apartment. I’m sorry.’
Tears rolled down Grace’s cheeks. She felt as if she were manacled to a runaway train. Her life was collapsing around her, and she had absolutely no power to stop it.
That evening at dinner, Caroline Merrivale watched Grace staring listlessly at the dining-room wall. She’d barely touched her soup and looked thin and drawn.
‘Eat up, Grace. In this house we make it a rule never to let good food go to waste. Don’t we, John?’
John saw the triumphant flash of cruelty in his wife’s eyes. She’s loving every second of this. Turning the tables on Grace at last. She’s like a cat with a mouse, playing with it before the kill.
‘Caroline’s right, Grace. You must try to k-keep your strength up.’
Grace brought a spoonful of soup to her lips. It was cold. She fought down the urge to gag. ‘I’m sorry. I really don’t feel very well. If you don’t mind, I think I’d like to go to bed.’
The sooner today was over, the better. After the meeting with the lawyers, she’d felt lower than she had since the day the coast guard told her the awful news. The whole world was talking about this stupid money. As if I care about the money! All I want is for Lenny to walk back through the door.
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