Chapter 4 - The Box with Santino’s Name
The bank opened at 9:00 a.m.
Santino was there at 8:57.
Walter.
Caitlyn.
Helen stayed at the estate under medical supervision.
She had dialysis again the following evening.
The bank manager recognized Santino immediately.
That made Caitlyn uncomfortable.
Santino noticed.
He said:
“You are not under arrest.”
She looked at him.
“That is not what I was thinking.”
“What were you thinking?”
“That everybody recognizes you.”
He almost smiled.
“That is often worse.”
The manager led them downstairs.
Box 411.
Two keyholes.
Walter inserted one.
Caitlyn inserted Helen’s.
The lock opened.
Inside was a metal document case.
No jewelry.
No cash.
One envelope.
SANTINO FERRARO.
Again.
His mother’s handwriting this time.
He knew it immediately.
His hands stopped.
Walter stepped back.
Caitlyn looked away.
Santino opened it.
Santino,
If Walter gives you this, then Anthony Marchetti was right to be afraid.
Santino swallowed.
The letter continued.
Your uncle Lorenzo has been moving money through Ferraro Maritime and using employees as shields.
Anthony is one of them.
I believed Lorenzo because I wanted to believe family before evidence.
I was wrong.
Santino closed his eyes.
Walter said nothing.
He kept reading.
Inside this box are copies of the original books and medical records from Saint Matthew’s.
If anything happens to me, do not assume illness until you see those records.
Santino’s face hardened.
Caitlyn whispered:
“Medical records.”
Walter opened the document case.
Three ledgers.
One clinic file.
Santino took the file.
Patient:
ELENA FERRARO.
His mother.
Medication.
Dosage.
Physician.
A drug used to control heart rhythm.
Then dosage changes.
Increasing.
Santino looked at Walter.
“Was she taking this?”
Walter nodded.
“Yes.”
“This is too high.”
Caitlyn leaned closer.
She had spent enough time in clinics to recognize dosage warnings.
“It is.”
Santino turned the page.
One signature.
Dr. Vincent Bellini.
Walter’s face changed.
Santino noticed.
“You know him.”
“He was Lorenzo’s doctor.”
“Where is he?”
Walter looked down.
“Dead.”
“When?”
“6 years ago.”
Caitlyn almost laughed.
“Everyone who knows something dies.”
Santino looked at her.
She immediately looked away.
He did not correct her.
The next page showed a payment.
From Ferraro Maritime.
To Saint Matthew’s.
Authorized by:
LORENZO FERRARO.
Santino went still.
Then another file.
ANTHONY MARCHETTI.
Caitlyn stopped breathing.
She reached for it.
Santino did not stop her.
Her father’s records.
Heart symptoms.
Medication.
Same doctor.
Same drug.
Same dosage pattern.
Caitlyn’s face turned white.
“No.”
Walter sat down.
Caitlyn looked at him.
“My father did not die from heart failure.”
Walter said nothing.
Santino took the file.
He compared both.
Same clinic.
Same doctor.
Same escalation.
Same payment source.
Caitlyn started crying.
Santino looked at the ledgers.
His mother.
Caitlyn’s father.
Connected by the same records.
Then he found one final folder.
LORENZO FERRARO.
Empty.
Except for a note.
His mother’s handwriting.
He is not the only one.
Santino stared.
Walter whispered:
“What does that mean?”
Santino looked through the ledgers.
Payments.
Names.
Restaurants.
Unions.
Shipping companies.
Then one recurring set of initials.
W.Q.
Walter went pale.
Caitlyn looked at him.
Santino did too.
“Walter Quinn.”
The old butler stared at the page.
“No.”
Santino’s voice changed.
“Your initials.”
“Yes.”
“Payments.”
Walter leaned closer.
“I never received those.”
“How much?”
Santino added quickly.
$180,000 over 4 years.
Walter looked sick.
“I did not take it.”
Caitlyn watched him.
Santino continued.
“Then someone used your name.”
Walter whispered:
“Or wanted Elena to think I was involved.”
Santino looked at his mother’s note.
HE IS NOT THE ONLY ONE.
Then the bank manager knocked.
“Mr. Ferraro?”
Santino closed the folder.
“What?”
“There is a gentleman upstairs asking for you.”
“Name?”
The manager hesitated.
“Vincent Bellini.”
Silence.
Walter stood.
Caitlyn stared.
“The dead doctor.”
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