Chapter 3 - Every Nanny Payment Was Still Leaving
Nathan opened the household accounts.
Payments had gone out exactly as scheduled.
Rosa Martinez.
Claire Donnelly.
Chef Aaron Pike.
A child therapist.
Piano lessons.
Winter clothing.
Groceries.
More than enough money to care for four children.
But the girls had no coats in their rooms.
The refrigerator in the west wing was nearly empty.
Nathan called Rosa again.
This time she answered.
The moment he said his name, she began crying.
“Mr. Caldwell, I tried to reach you.”
Nathan went still.
“When?”
“August. September. October.”
He checked his phone.
Nothing.
Rosa said Vanessa fired her four months earlier after Rosa objected to
locking the girls in the west wing during parties.
“She said you approved it.”
“I didn’t.”
“I emailed.”
Nathan opened his account.
No messages.
Then Rosa said something worse.
“Your assistant told me to stop contacting you.”
Nathan looked toward the ballroom.
His executive assistant was not in Aspen.
He was in New York.
May you like
And suddenly Vanessa was no longer the only person Nathan needed to
question.
