Gareth
He’s not sure why he cares, but Wendy’s faux-friendly warning about Leah had stuck with him, just enough. Accessing the tenant records was easy. So he figured, why not? Maybe they’d reveal something.
His laptop hums to life, the screen casting a cool glow across his face as he begins to read.
The guarantor’s signature catches his eye first. Not Leah’s, but Richard Cross. Then another line snags his attention: a late rent payment. Forty-five days overdue before a mysterious deposit cleared the balance.
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He leans back, the antique rattan chair creaking beneath him, as Wendy’s voice echoes through his head.
I’ve heard Leah’s family situation isn’t what it used to be… A lot of smoke around that trust fund. And if she’s living above her means with no safety net…
He’d brushed it off at the time as Wendy’s usual need to manipulate, to keep her pieces moving. But now… Now it looks like she was right.
“How very, very interesting,” he murmurs, closing the laptop and finishing his whiskey.