Chapter 5 - THE CORRIDOR
Aaron Voss’s public development plan showed luxury townhomes and mixed commercial space south of Sycamore Falls.
Nothing extraordinary.
Then Natalie obtained an older planning exhibit through county records.
Utility access.
Road connections.
Drainage.
The three purchased houses created a route from the existing public road toward undeveloped acreage.
My house completed the line.
Tract 17B sat behind it like a narrow hinge.
“What does this strip actually do?” I asked.
Natalie brought in a civil engineer.
Old documents showed access and utility rights associated with 17B.
Not ownership of every service.
Not some magical buried pipeline.
A legal corridor.
Control of the strip could simplify utility routing and reduce the need for expensive alternatives.
“How much?”
The engineer shrugged.
“Potentially millions depending on project design.”
That explained Voss.
It didn't fully explain Brenda.
Then Frank finally agreed to speak through attorneys.
Self-preservation had improved his memory.
Brenda had pushed him to bid HOA corrective work aggressively.
He knew Voss socially.
Knew Voss wanted several homes.
Knew Brenda had been “helping.”
He claimed he never understood the full property strategy.
Natalie asked:
“Did Brenda receive anything from Voss?”
Frank hesitated.
Then produced a draft consulting agreement.
If certain assemblage and access conditions were achieved, Brenda-controlled consulting interests would receive performance compensation.
Maximum:
Approximately six million dollars.
I stared.
“All this for six million?”
Natalie corrected me.
“All this allegedly connected to six million.”
I gave her a look.
She ignored it.
The agreement required conditions.
Assembly of key parcels.
Uncontested access.
Resolution of HOA/common-area claims.
My sale mattered.
So did 17B.
Then another line caught my attention.
Brenda represented that:
ALL HISTORIC CLAIMS ASSOCIATED WITH COLE-MERCER-WEST DEVELOPMENT PARTNERSHIP HAVE BEEN RESOLVED OR ABANDONED.
Three names.
Mercer.
West.
Cole.
Caroline’s maiden name had been West.
I knew that.
What I didn't know was that her father, Samuel West, had invested in the original subdivision.
Caroline had inherited something from that investment.
Maybe information.
Maybe property.
The brass marker had not started a new mystery.
It had reopened one Caroline had been carrying alone.
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And somewhere inside her papers was one name repeated more than any other:
MARGARET.
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