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Allister Crane
He couldn't believe it. After years of trying to keep his daughter from Luis Lopez-Fitzgerald, the two were finally together. There was nothing he could do now. Luis and Sheridan had succeeded in digging up Allister's secrets. Now the pair was to be married and there was nothing he could do, he did not have Pilar's life to bargain with this time. He couldn't believe it.
Fortunately, he had found out about it before Luis exposed him. No one else was aware yet of all of his horrible deeds. But they would all soon know. He picked up the note from Luis and tore it up in frustration. It would not be long now before his secrets came out—ones that would change the lives of everyone in Harmony. But maybe he could run. He always had all of his fake passports, just in case such desperate measures were ever needed. He could leave Harmony, leave the United States, go somewhere far away, and never come back. But, no, after such horrible truths were revealed, his picture would be everywhere. He would be looked for everywhere. There was no escape this time, this time, Luis had won.
He looked down at the papers on his desk. He quickly skimmed through them. Everything seemed in order; he had his lawyer's signatures as well as two witnesses. There was only one more person who had to sign. He quickly reread some of the main parts. He left a little bit to Julian, a little to Sheridan. Even though Sheridan was one of the people who would bring him down, he couldn't help but be a little impressed with her. Only a true Crane could destroy a family member so completely and maliciously. Not that she didn't have her reasons…
He left a little more to fox, who seemed to him to be at least a good Crane businessman. However, the majority of his Crane fortune would be left to one person: his favorite grandchild. The one Crane who had the most innocence—this one person did not crave money or power. This was the one person who he would leave everything to. He shuffled to the last page and looked to the bottom. There was the last blank line. He signed his name and dated it: the last will and testament of Allister Crane.
Allister put down his pen and reorganized the papers. He crossed to the middle of his office and stood on the chair that was set up there. He pulled the rope around his neck and tightened it. He checked to make sure it was secured to the ceiling. Then he kicked away the chair.