E Is for Evidence

and Woody had sprung from the commonplace. His father had owned a hardware store in town for years. Her father was a stone-mason. Each had inherited a modest sum which they'd pooled to form Wood/Warren sometime in the forties. The money they'd amassed was all fun and games as far as they were concerned. Woody was dead serious about the run-ning of the company, but the profits had seemed like a happy accident. Helen said he'd carried nearly two million dollars' worth of life insurance on himself, considering it a hot joke as it was the only investment he knew of with a guaranteed payoff.
    At 5:00, Ash excused herself, leaving the two of us alone.
    Helen's manner became brisk. "Now tell me about this business with Lance."
    I brought her up-to-date. Ash had apparently filled her in, but Helen wanted to hear it all again from me.
    "I want you to work for me," she said promptly when I finished.
    "I can't do that, Helen. For starters, my attorney doesn't want me anywhere near Lance, and I certainly can't accept employment from the Wood family. It already looks like I'm being paid off."
    "I want to know who's behind this," she said.
    "So do I. But suppose it turns out to be one of you. I don't mean to offend, but we can't rule that out."
    "Then we'd have to put a stop to it. I don't like under-handed dealings, especially when people outside the com-pany are affected. Will you keep me informed?"
    "If it's practical, of course. I'm willing to share any-thing I find. For once, I don't have a client to protect."
    "Tell me how I can help."
    "Fill me in on the details of Woody's will, if that's not too personal. How was his estate divided? Who controls the company?"
    A flash of irritation crossed her face. "That was the only thing we argued about. He was determined to leave the business to Lance, which I didn't disagree with in principle. Of all the children, Lance seemed to be the best qualified to carry on once his father was gone. But I felt Woody should have given him the clout to go with it. Woody wouldn't do it. He absolutely refused to give him control."
    "Meaning what?"
    "Fifty-one percent of the stock, that's what. I said, 'Why give him the position if you won't give him the power to go along with it? Let the boy run it his way, for God's sake, you old goat!' But Woody wouldn't hear of it. Wouldn't even consider the possibility. I was livid, but that old fool wouldn't budge. Lord, he could be stubborn when he made his mind up."
    "What was he so worried about?"
    "He was afraid Lance would run the business into the ground. Lance's judgment is sometimes faulty. I'd be the first to admit it. He doesn't seem to have a feel for the market like Woody did. He doesn't have the relationships with suppliers or customers, not to mention employees. Lance is impetuous and he has very grandiose schemes that never quite pan out. He's better now, but those last few years before Woody died, Lance would go off on a tear, all obsessed with some muddleheaded idea he'd got hold of. While Woody was alive, he could rein him in, but he was petrified that Lance would make a disastrous mistake."
    "Why leave him the company in the first place? Why not put someone he trusted at the helm?"
    "I suggested that myself, but he wouldn't hear of it. It had to be one of the boys, and Lance was the logical choice. Bass was… well, you know Bass. He had no desire to follow in Woody's footsteps unless they led straight to the bank."
    "What about Ebony? Ash mentioned she was inter-ested."
    "I suppose she was, but by the time Woody made out this last will of his, she was off in Europe and showed no signs of coming back."
    "How was the stock divided?"
    "Lance has forty-eight percent. I have nine, our attor-ney has three percent, and Ebony, Olive, Ash, and Bass each have ten."
    "An odd division, isn't it?"
    "It's set up so Lance can't act alone. To make up a majority, he has to persuade at least one of us that what he's proposing makes good business sense. For the most part he's free to do as he sees fit, but we can always rally and outvote him in a pinch."
    "That must drive him crazy."
    "Oh, he hates it, but I must say I begin to see Woody's point. Lance is young yet and he's not that experienced. Let him get a few years under his belt and then we'll see how things stand."
    "Then the situation could change?"
    "Well, yes, depending on what happens to my shares when I die. Woody left that entirely up to me. All I have to do is leave three shares to Lance. That