Chapter 8 - The HearingThe city held a public oversight hearing six weeks later.
By then, Mercy Row’s west building had working alarms and repaired fire doors, but its renovation remained under review. The city had arranged temporary caseworkers for residents who wanted help checking their leases and relocation records. An independent inspector was going apartment by apartment, asking residents what had actually been done.
I had moved out of Daisy’s spare room and into a small rented apartment. My divorce case was underway. Grant’s criminal case concerning the assault was proceeding separately. We had not spoken since he appeared outside the coffee shop.
At the hearing, he sat two rows ahead of me beside his attorney. Simone sat on the opposite side of the room. I had expected to feel afraid when I saw them together again. I did feel it, briefly. Then Ruth came in with her purple coat over her arm and sat beside me.
“You brought your notes?” she whispered.
I showed her the folder.
“Good. I brought mine.”
Residents spoke first. Mrs. Bellamy described the morning the power flickered and her effort to get down the stairs. A father of three showed the committee a notice stating that he had accepted relocation money. He had never received the check, and his family still lived in the apartment.
Ruth brought Lillian’s death certificate and the false payment record. She read the dates aloud without raising her voice.
Simone stared at the table in front of her.
Sarah Lin, Northline’s independent monitor, testified about the loan. The firm had received inconsistent occupancy figures before my call to Dad. The temporary hold followed additional evidence and remained subject to the firm’s lending agreements. Sarah explained that Dad had disclosed our relationship, stepped out of the matter, and turned over his communications for review. The independent board had decided Northline would make no bid for Grant’s company.
One committee member asked whether the family connection had affected the decision to pause the draw.
“It was a potential conflict that required review,” Sarah answered. “The reports required review on their own. Our team verified residents were present in apartments certified as vacant.”
She handed over the supporting records.
Then it was my turn.
I explained how Lantern was meant to work and how the company used completion reports to support payment requests. I told the committee about Ruth’s apartment and the certification I had refused to sign. The chair asked about my earlier approvals.
I opened my folder. “Nine months before Friday, I saw an invoice for replacement fire doors. The photographs attached at the time appeared to show old doors. I asked Grant Mercer about it. He told me the images predated installation. New photographs were uploaded, and I accepted them.”
“Did you visit the building to confirm?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I was overseeing multiple projects, and the process allowed me to rely on the inspection package. I thought the follow-up photographs resolved my concern.”
“Do you still think that was reasonable?”
I looked toward Ruth. She was watching me, waiting.
“I should have checked the location in the new photographs. They showed a different building. If I had noticed, I would have known the question was still open.”
Grant’s attorney took notes. I knew those words might be used against me in another room. They were true.
The chair asked about Friday’s digital signature. An investigator presented the authentication records: the replacement phone, the administrative terminal, the time of my visit to 3C, and Grant’s later approval. He did not announce who had held the phone. He explained what the records established and what investigators were still examining.
Simone’s attorney spoke on her behalf. Simone declined to answer several questions during the ongoing investigation. Grant read a prepared statement blaming a rushed process, unreliable contractors, and “personal animosity” following the collapse of our marriage.
I listened for an acknowledgment that people still lived in the apartments his company called empty. It never came.
When the committee recessed, a reporter approached me in the hallway.
“Is your father trying to take Mercer Urban?” she asked.
“No,” I said. “The independent board has addressed that. Ruth can tell you what happened at Mercy Row.”
Ruth stepped forward. She needed no help answering.
I went outside for air. Dad was waiting near the steps, away from the cameras. He had not attended the hearing because of the Northline review, but he had watched the public broadcast.
“You told them about the photographs,” he said.
“I had to.”
“I’m glad you did.”
I studied him. “You didn’t tell me you were watching.”
“I thought you had enough people looking at you today.”
We walked half a block together. He asked whether I would come to dinner sometime, perhaps the following week. I said I would think about it. He nodded as though that was a better answer than he expected.
By evening, the city announced it was suspending Mercer Urban’s Mercy Row contract pending the investigation. Funds designated for resident safety work would be managed under independent oversight. Ruth called to say the tenant association wanted a seat in those meetings. I told her I thought they should have several.
Two days later, Priya received notice that investigators had found the originals of Simone’s invoices in Grant’s garage. They also found a handwritten note about the false relocation list. The note had Grant’s initials beside the instruction to use the list for the lender package.
I sat with Priya in her office as she read it.
“He knew,” I said.
“The investigators will establish what it proves.”
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For months, Grant had told me he relied on Simone. Perhaps he had relied on her to carry out the work. He had still put his initials beside a list of people he knew had not moved.
I thought back to Friday night in the study. He had demanded my signature because he understood exactly what my refusal could expose.
