While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns for Her
Chapter 16: The Truth About My Parents
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The evidence reached federal investigators within twenty-four hours.
For eleven years, June's parents' deaths had been classified as a tragic accident.
Now that classification was under review.
And the people responsible were beginning to panic.
Inside a secure conference room at the Federal Justice Building, investigators examined every file June had provided.
Security footage.
Maintenance reports.
Financial transfers.
Witness statements.
Arthur's documents.
Michael Turner's testimony.
Together, they painted a terrifying picture.
"This wasn't negligence," one investigator said.
"This was murder."
"Premeditated murder," another corrected.
Across town, Richard Erickson sat inside his luxury penthouse overlooking the Hudson River.
His hands trembled as he read the morning headlines.
"Federal Authorities Reopen Erickson Family Accident Investigation."
"New Evidence Emerges After Eleven Years."
"Potential Criminal Conspiracy Under Review."
"Damn it," Richard hissed.
For years he believed the truth was buried.
For years he believed June was weak.
Quiet.
Easy to manipulate.
Now she was destroying everything.
His private phone rang.
William Compton.
"Tell me this is under control," William demanded.
"It was under control until your idiot son married her," Richard snapped.
"Don't blame Cole for this."
"Who else should I blame?"
"The girl was supposed to disappear into that marriage."
"Instead she's digging through the past."
Neither man realized their conversation was already being recorded.
Federal investigators had obtained surveillance authorization hours earlier.
Back at the penthouse, June sat beside the windows overlooking Manhattan.
The city seemed different now.
Smaller somehow.
Less intimidating.
For years she carried unanswered questions.
Now she finally had answers.
Vera entered holding two cups of coffee.
"You haven't slept."
"Neither have you."
"Fair point."
June accepted the coffee.
"Do you think they'll actually be arrested?" Vera asked.
"I don't know."
"But for the first time, I believe justice is possible."
A notification appeared on June's laptop.
An encrypted email from the lead investigator.
"We need to meet immediately."
One hour later, June arrived at the Federal Justice Building.
The lead investigator greeted her personally.
"Miss Erickson, we've verified Michael Turner's testimony."
"And?"
"The brake lines were deliberately cut."
June closed her eyes briefly.
Even though she already knew the truth, hearing it confirmed still hurt.
"There's more."
"What?"
The investigator placed a folder on the table.
Inside was a financial ledger.
Several entries were highlighted.
"Five million dollars transferred from Richard Erickson to a consulting company controlled by William Compton."
"Three days after your parents died."
"We found additional transfers."
"How many?"
"Twenty-three million dollars over two years."
June stared at the numbers.
"They paid each other."
"Yes."
"And we believe those payments were connected to the acquisition of your parents' shares."
Everything suddenly made sense.
Her parents died.
Their shares transferred.
Richard gained control.
William profited.
The company expanded.
Everyone got richer.
Except the people who deserved it.
"Can you prove murder?" June asked quietly.
"We're close."
"Very close."
For the first time in eleven years, hope appeared.
Real hope.
That night, breaking news interrupted programming nationwide.
"Federal agents execute search warrants at multiple properties linked to Richard Erickson and William Compton."
Cameras captured agents entering offices, warehouses, and private residences.
The public watched in fascination.
Social media exploded.
The scandal had evolved far beyond corporate fraud.
Now it involved murder.
Inside his penthouse, Richard watched the news with growing horror.
Then came the knock.
Three firm knocks.
Official.
Unavoidable.
His blood ran cold.
"Mr. Erickson," a voice called from the other side of the door.
"Federal agents. Open the door."
Richard didn't move.
"Mr. Erickson."
"Open the door immediately."
The door finally opened.
Within minutes, agents escorted him through the lobby in handcuffs.
Cameras flashed endlessly.
The image appeared on every major news network.
Richard Erickson arrested.
Across town, William Compton received the news.
His face turned pale.
"Richard got arrested," his attorney said.
"Then we're next."
"Most likely."
For the first time in decades, William felt fear.
Not business fear.
Not financial fear.
Prison fear.
Real fear.
Meanwhile, June stood alone on her penthouse balcony.
The wind swept across the city.
Her eyes drifted upward toward the stars.
"Mom."
"Dad."
Her voice barely rose above a whisper.
"I finally found the truth."
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
Not from grief.
Not from pain.
From relief.
The lie that defined the last eleven years was finally collapsing.
And the people responsible could no longer hide.
The truth had survived.
And now the entire world was watching.
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