Clare did not need to search for Kenneth Vale.
His name had been part of the hospital for longer than she had worked there. A bronze plaque bearing it hung outside an education center on the second floor. Residents attended lectures funded by his foundation. Nurses knew him as the retired department director who still appeared at fundraising dinners and occasionally visited grand rounds. He had the cultivated warmth of someone accustomed to being recognized but determined to seem unaffected by recognition.
Anna watched her sister absorb what Nolan had said.
“You’ve met him?”
“Several times.”
“How well?”
“I wouldn’t say I know him.”
Clare rubbed her forehead.
“He chaired a training panel I attended last year. He came through our department during a donor visit. I’ve been at dinners where he spoke.”
Anna remembered Dererick’s folder on Clare.
Hospital access.
Professional conference.
Relationships.
Until now they had assumed Dererick wanted to use Clare as a route into medical records.
A darker possibility emerged.
“What if Clare wasn’t only useful to Dererick?” Anna asked.
Lieutenant Harper understood immediately.
“What if Vale chose her?”
Clare looked between them.
Nobody answered.
Nolan was questioned again.
This time Harper did not allow him to retreat behind general descriptions. She wanted dates, locations, first meetings, and specific acts.
Nolan explained that Kenneth Vale entered Dererick’s life years before Rachel Boone died. Dererick had been doing contract technical work around medical equipment and recording systems. Vale noticed his aptitude for surveillance technology.
Their early relationship looked legitimate.
Vale needed equipment installed.
Dererick needed work.
Then the requests became unusual.
Vale asked about miniature cameras.
Remote storage.
Ways to preserve recordings without obvious timestamps.
Nolan became involved later because he knew supply systems.
“Did Vale drug people?” Harper asked.
“I never saw him do it.”
“Did he know Dererick did?”
“Yes.”
“How do you know?”
“He taught him how to monitor them.”
Nolan described private sessions in which Vale explained breathing, responsiveness, medication interactions, and the signs that a sedated person was becoming medically unstable.
Anna thought immediately of the night her breathing slowed.
Dererick had not invented his methods by trial and error alone.
Someone medically trained had given him a framework.
“Rachel?” Harper asked.
Nolan looked down.
“Vale wasn’t there.”
“But he knew afterward?”
“Yes.”
“What did he do?”
“Helped Dererick understand what investigators would look for.”
Anna felt her stomach turn.
Rachel’s death had been staged to appear accidental.
A physician’s knowledge might explain how effectively.
“Did Vale alter her medical records?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did he influence the investigation?”
“I don’t know.”
Harper leaned forward.
“What do you actually know?”
Nolan finally looked up.
“I know Dererick called him before the ambulance.”
Silence.
That detail had never appeared in the surviving recording.
The audio began after the call.
Nolan remembered because Dererick stepped into another room and returned calmer.
“He said Kenneth told him what to do.”
Anna stared at the monitor.
For eight years, Rachel Boone’s death had looked like an accident partly because someone had known exactly how an accidental death should look.
Harper ordered the original case file retrieved immediately.
Clare searched the hospital’s historical records through authorized investigators rather than accessing anything herself. Rachel had been taken to a different hospital, but Vale had professional connections there.
One physician who signed a consultation note had trained under him.
That did not prove interference.
It did show proximity.
Vale’s finances received equal scrutiny.
Unlike Dererick, he had substantial legitimate wealth. He did not need shell companies to explain every property or transaction.
That made suspicious activity harder to isolate.
He owned multiple homes.
Investments.
Foundation accounts.
Consulting entities.
Charitable trusts.
Money could disappear inside ordinary complexity.
Investigators searched for connections to Dererick.
At first they found surprisingly little.
No direct payments.
No obvious shared property.
No recent calls.
Then Vanessa supplied an old detail.
Years earlier Dererick asked her to perform background checks billed to an entity called Meridian Advisory.
She had assumed it was one of his clients.
Meridian traced to a trust managed by Vale’s attorney.
The connection existed.
Buried, indirect, but real.
The background checks included several people who later appeared in Dererick’s earliest files.
Vale had funded the research.
Anna sat back.
“He wasn’t just teaching.”
“No,” Harper said.
“He was choosing people.”
“Possibly.”
Anna had grown tired of the word, but she understood why investigators used it.
Evidence had to travel more slowly than intuition.
Nolan pushed the conclusion further.
“Kenneth called them studies.”
Clare’s expression hardened.
“What kind of studies?”
“Behavior. Trust. Suggestibility. Dependency.”
Nolan sounded ashamed even repeating the terms.
Vale had been fascinated, he said, by how people behaved when they doubted their own memory. Dererick turned that fascination into something more practical.
Leverage.
Vale wanted observation.
Dererick wanted control.
Their interests overlapped long enough to build the early system.
“Why did they separate?” Harper asked.
“Rachel.”
Nolan explained that Vale considered Rachel’s death catastrophic—not primarily because she died, but because Dererick had lost discipline.
Vale wanted the work controlled and invisible.
Dererick wanted to keep pushing.
After Rachel, their relationship fractured.
But it never ended completely.
Dererick still possessed recordings and correspondence that could implicate Vale.
Vale possessed knowledge that could destroy Dererick.
Mutual leverage replaced partnership.
Anna understood the document case immediately.
“ORIGINALS.”
It was not merely Dererick’s emergency evidence.
It was insurance against Vale.
If Dererick was cornered, the case gave him something Kenneth Vale would desperately want.
Harper began surveillance on Vale before approaching him.
He appeared to follow a normal routine.
Morning at home.
Lunch with two foundation board members.
Afternoon meeting at a law office.
Nothing unusual.
Then, shortly after investigators confirmed his connection to Meridian Advisory, Vale canceled an evening appearance.
His driver took him home.
Thirty minutes later a different vehicle left through a service gate behind the property.
Vale was not visibly inside.
Police followed discreetly.
The vehicle traveled to a private medical office owned by one of Vale’s former colleagues.
A man entered carrying a slim case.
Not Vale.
His attorney.
The attorney stayed seventeen minutes.
Then drove toward the airport.
Harper ordered surveillance rather than an immediate stop.
The attorney entered a private aviation terminal.
He carried the case inside.
A flight plan had been filed for Montreal.
Investigators obtained authority to intervene before departure.
The case contained legal documents.
Nothing else.
Another distraction.
Vale knew he was being watched.
Anna recognized the move.
“Same style as Dererick.”
Harper nodded.
“Or Dererick learned it from him.”
The attorney refused to answer questions beyond asserting privilege.
Meanwhile, Vale remained at home.
At least according to the staff.
When investigators finally approached with a warrant connected to Meridian Advisory and the Rachel Boone investigation, Vale received them calmly.
He wore a cardigan.
Reading glasses.
No visible alarm.
He asked whether they wanted coffee.
Anna heard the description later and hated how familiar it sounded.
Ordinary behavior as armor.
Vale denied participating in illegal experimentation.
He acknowledged knowing Dererick professionally.
He acknowledged advising him about medical monitoring years earlier.
He characterized those conversations as harm reduction after learning Dererick was conducting reckless amateur “sleep studies.”
“Sleep studies,” Anna repeated.
The phrase sounded grotesquely clean.
Vale denied selecting subjects.
Denied financing surveillance.
Denied involvement in Rachel’s death.
When confronted with Meridian Advisory, he claimed his trust supported numerous consulting projects and he did not personally review every expense.
Then Harper mentioned the originals case.
For the first time, Vale changed.
Barely.
A pause.
A tightening near the mouth.
“What case?”
Harper did not answer.
Vale recovered quickly.
But the reaction was enough to confirm that the word meant something.
Investigators searched his home office.
They found nothing obviously criminal.
At his foundation office, however, an old locked cabinet contained archived research notes.
Most were legitimate.
Some were not.
The questionable documents described human behavior without names, using numbered subjects.
Memory disruption.
Compliance after uncertainty.
Reliance on trusted intermediaries.
Anna read excerpts through Harper’s summaries.
The language was clinical.
That made it worse.
People became variables.
Fear became response.
Trust became access.
Clare stared at one phrase.
“Trusted intermediary.”
Anna understood why.
That was her.
That was Anna too.
People were not approached cold when a familiar person could make the introduction safer.
Dererick had built his social method from ideas Vale documented years earlier.
The notes did not establish whether Vale intended criminal use.
Then investigators found a handwritten cross-reference.
Subject 14 corresponded to initials in Dererick’s archive.
Subject 18 matched another.
Subject 21 matched Rachel Boone.
Vale’s supposedly abstract research used real people from Dererick’s files.
Harper returned to Vale.
This time his attorney ended the interview.
The investigation moved toward warrants for additional properties.
Before they could execute them, Clare received a message through her hospital account.
It came from Vale.
Not anonymous.
Not disguised.
Dr. Price, I understand my name has become entangled in an unfortunate situation involving your brother-in-law. Before reputations are destroyed by frightened men rewriting history, I would appreciate an opportunity to clarify certain matters.
Clare read it twice.
“He knows Nolan is talking.”
Harper took the device.
“He knows more than that.”
The message addressed Clare professionally and emphasized Dererick as her brother-in-law.
It positioned Vale as a respectable colleague being dragged into family chaos.
The manipulation was elegant.
Clare did not respond.
Another message arrived ten minutes later.
Ask Anna why Dererick chose her instead of the woman he was originally following.
Melissa Grant.
Anna felt a chill.
Vale knew about the pharmacy.
That detail came from Nolan.
Unless Vale had known from the beginning.
Investigators searched Melissa’s records more deeply.
She was alive.
She had moved years earlier.
When contacted, she remembered Dererick.
Not by name.
As a man who appeared repeatedly near her workplace.
She had once complained to a friend that she felt watched.
Then, suddenly, he disappeared.
Around the same time, Anna entered his attention.
Anna felt sick.
Had her presence redirected him?
Nolan said yes.
Vale’s message implied there was more.
Harper refused to let Anna engage directly.
Instead investigators asked Nolan why Dererick abandoned Melissa.
Nolan answered exactly as before.
“He saw Anna.”
“Nothing else?”
Nolan hesitated.
That hesitation was becoming intolerable.
“What?” Harper demanded.
Nolan sighed.
“Kenneth preferred Melissa.”
Anna went still.
“Preferred?”
“She fit the profile he was studying.”
“And Anna?”
“Dererick chose Anna himself.”
That distinction changed the beginning again.
Vale had selected Melissa.
Dererick abandoned Vale’s intended subject after seeing Anna.
It may have been one of the earliest acts of independence between them.
“Did Vale object?”
“Yes.”
“How strongly?”
“They argued.”
“About Anna?”
“Yes.”
“What did Vale say?”
Nolan remembered only pieces.
Anna was too socially connected.
Too observant.
Too likely to notice inconsistencies.
Dererick disagreed.
He believed those qualities made her useful.
Stable anchor.
Credibility transfer.
A normal life.
Vale thought he was making a mistake.
Anna almost laughed.
“He was right.”
Clare looked at her.
“He chose the woman who eventually exposed him.”
There was no triumph in the thought.
Only a strange, bitter symmetry.
Vale’s second message had been designed to make Anna question why she was chosen.
Instead it provided evidence of his knowledge.
Harper obtained authorization to preserve Vale’s communications and devices.
That night, one of his older encrypted backups produced a fragment.
A message to Dererick dated shortly after Anna and Dererick’s wedding.
You have confused attachment with control. Eventually she will force you to choose.
Dererick’s reply:
No. She’ll never know there is a choice.
Anna read the exchange without speaking.
Six years later, the choice had arrived.
And Dererick had chosen the system.
The next morning, police found the courier-company SUV abandoned beside a private marina.
A camera captured Dererick walking toward the docks carrying the metal originals case.
Another camera recorded a boat leaving twenty minutes later.
The vessel belonged to a corporation linked to Kenneth Vale’s family trust.
Vale claimed it had been stolen.
Nobody believed the coincidence.
Harper ordered the waterways searched.
Then Vale’s phone received an incoming call.
The number was unregistered.
The call lasted forty-three seconds.
Vale refused to explain it.
Forensics recovered only one fragment from an automated backup.
Dererick’s voice.
“I have Rachel.”
Vale answered:
“Then bring me everything.”
Click here to continue reading: PART 14: Dererick Carries the Originals Toward the Man Who Helped Create His System, While Anna Learns Rachel’s Death Was Never Their Only Fatal Secret
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