Yet Brett, who had owed so much to her father, was nowhere to be seen.
It didnât make sense.
Nicole remembered how her mother often spoke of Brettâs humble beginnings and how her father had extended a hand to help him rise.
Brett had repaid that kindness tenfold, working harder than anyone else, often staying late into the night, determined to prove himself.
Every year, around the holidays, her father would invite Brett and his family over for a festive dinner, always slipping them generous gifts as tokens of appreciation.
Nicole vaguely recalled that Brettâs youngest daughter had health issues, though the exact ailment escaped her.
She knew the treatments were costly.
Brett had spent most of his earnings on his daughterâs medical bills, aside from purchasing a modest home.
While Nicoleâs father had offered financial aid, Brett, a man of pride, declined anything he didnât earn through his labor.
He insisted his salary was sufficient for his daughterâs needs.
So given their close bond, it was bizarre that Brett hadnât attended her fatherâs funeral.
Everyone else had come, even those with only a passing acquaintance with her father, like casual employees.
Brettâs no-show felt like a deliberate omission.
After the upheaval within the Lawrence family, Brett had vanished completely from Nicoleâs life.
At that time, Nicole was too consumed by her own grief to notice his disappearance.
Now, the more she thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed.
Nicole turned to Ethel with anxious eyes.
âI canât pinpoint where Brett is right now, but I do remember his home address.
â
Ethelâs response was immediate and decisive.
âGive it to me.
Iâll check it out after work.
â
Officially tracing Brettâs whereabouts would have required a mountain of paperwork, a slow and cumbersome process, especially for an old case.
Nicole giving the address directly was a faster and more efficient route.
Plus, investigating after hours meant no bureaucratic interference.
Nicole scribbled the address on a scrap of p aper and hesitated before handing it over.
âCan I come with you?â
Nicole needed to know if her fatherâs death had hidden facets.
Brett undoubtedly held some answers, and a chilling suspicion gnawed at her.
What if her fatherâs death wasnât a suicide?
Ethel noticed the worry in Nicoleâs eyes.
âMiss Lawrence, itâs not just about finding Brett.
It could be dangerous.
â
Nicole squared her shoulders, a steely resolve settling over her.
âI can handle it.
Iâll follow your lead, I promise.
I wonât get in your way.
â
Ethel studied Nicole for a moment, weighing the risks.
She thought it over and finally nodded.
âAlright, but you must do exactly as I say.
I know youâre older, but experience counts here.
â
Nicole nodded earnestly.
âI understand.
Iâll do as you say.
â
âGood,â Ethel replied, glancing at her watch.
âWe donât have much time.
Your fatherâs case was closed as a suicide, and the economic fraud case linked to it is almost out of its records retention period.
If we donât find what we need by yearâs end, the evidence will be destroyed.
â
The fraud case had kept surveillance footage on file, but with the case closed, those records were on borrowed time.
Without them, convicting anyone would be nearly impossible.
Nicole understood the urgency.
âI get it.
â
Ethel then shifted topics.
âDid you come today because of the issue with the Hampton familyâs young lady?â