Andrew looked tired in the photograph.
Unlike the polished pictures Evelyn kept at home, this image showed him wearing an ordinary blue jacket, standing in what appeared to be a storage warehouse.
Gregory stood beside him, holding a folder.
On the back, Andrew had written a date from three weeks before his death.
Evelyn looked at Sarah.
"Do you know why your manager would be meeting my husband?"
Sarah shook her head.
"I only knew Gregory as the person running the diner."
Rebecca placed the photograph beside the documents.
The sealed packet contained account statements, copies of property transfers, and internal correspondence between Andrew and Victor.
Several transactions appeared to move assets from Whitmore Development into companies controlled by people connected to Victor.
Some bore signatures that Andrew had challenged in writing.
The flash drive held scanned documents and audio recordings from business meetings.
Rebecca arranged for forensic specialists to preserve and review the material.
Evelyn wanted immediate answers.
But the attorney reminded her that authenticating documents mattered more than reacting quickly.
Sarah understood that.
She had seen how easily Gregory tried to transform his own behavior into a "misunderstanding."
They needed facts nobody could rewrite.
Among the papers was a handwritten note addressed to Evelyn.
Andrew explained that he had discovered irregularities suggesting that company assets were being redirected without proper authorization.
He feared Victor would accuse him of financial misconduct if he raised concerns publicly.
Andrew intended to consult outside counsel.
The note ended with a request.
If I cannot finish this, please ask Marcus Bell what he saw at the warehouse.
Evelyn looked puzzled.
"Who's Marcus Bell?"
Rebecca searched the employee files.
Marcus had worked as a logistics supervisor for Whitmore Development until shortly before Andrew's death.
His employment record showed he resigned unexpectedly.
No forwarding address appeared in the company database.
Sarah examined the warehouse photograph again.
She recognized a distinctive mural painted on the wall behind Andrew and Gregory.
It was an advertisement for an old trucking company near Brookfield.
"My father used to drive past that place," she said.
Rebecca turned toward her.
"Are you certain?"
"I remember the painted red horse. It's on a building near the industrial park."
Evelyn leaned forward.
"Could you show us where?"
Sarah nodded.
But when investigators checked the warehouse's current ownership records, they discovered something troubling.
The property had been acquired by a company controlled by Victor Langley.
And its security contractor was Gregory Vance.