By the time we returned to the hospital, Daniel had come out of surgery.<\/p>\n
The bullet had passed through the upper part of his shoulder without striking an artery. The doctor called him fortunate.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
Two officers stood outside his room.<\/p>\n
Harris wanted to question him first.<\/p>\n
I wanted five minutes alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s also part of an active fraud investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has lied to police before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you\u2019ll be listening.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris considered me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do understand I can remove you the moment this becomes unproductive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked smaller in the hospital bed.<\/p>\n
His left arm was immobilized. Purple bruising darkened his jaw. A bandage covered one eyebrow.<\/p>\n
For years I had thought I could read him from across a room.<\/p>\n
Now I was not sure I had ever known what I was looking at.<\/p>\n
His eyes filled when he saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remained near the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho recruited you?\u201d<\/p>\n
No greeting.<\/p>\n
No question about pain.<\/p>\n
No comfort.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarris told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Reed sent me a message.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know about Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know he\u2019s Evan Pierce.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes closed.<\/p>\n
That reaction confirmed more than words could.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you known?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout the settlement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout my father?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes opened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t die naturally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s confusion looked genuine.<\/p>\n
At least I thought it did.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel tried to sit straighter and grimaced.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor is alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was taken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor says Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s face lost color.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we\u2019re worse off than I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho recruited you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward Harris.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need a lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou probably do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Do not say my name like we are on the same side.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pain crossed his face.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
I wanted at least one thing to hurt him that morphine could not fix.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stole my documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave people my signatures.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou discussed my estate behind my back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou accepted money from Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Rachel was my sister and kept it from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the man I had loved for twelve years.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the betrayal became less abstract than fraud alerts and secret ledgers.<\/p>\n
He had come home every night carrying this.<\/p>\n
He had slept beside me with it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, because I was in debt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo hundred thousand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel said seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt became seven.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInterest. Bad bets. Loans to cover loans.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me gambling was over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted it to be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor paid you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInformation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat information?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, nothing serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
The phrase infuriated me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy account balances are serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProperty documents are serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy signature is serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stop saying you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went silent.<\/p>\n
Harris stood near the window, recording.<\/p>\n
I moved closer to the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho recruited you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour uncle.\u201d<\/p>\n
For several seconds I heard nothing except the monitor.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy uncle is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother\u2019s brother died when I was eighteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had no brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHalf brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room tilted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked genuinely afraid to say it.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard Vale.\u201d<\/p>\n
The name was familiar.<\/p>\n
Not family familiar.<\/p>\n
Business familiar.<\/p>\n
Richard Vale had been my father\u2019s chief financial officer.<\/p>\n
He had worked beside him for nearly twenty years.<\/p>\n
After my father died, Richard resigned.<\/p>\n
Six months later, he vanished from public life.<\/p>\n
I had not seen him in eight years.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t my father\u2019s brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor lies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo why believe him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Richard proved it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had letters. Photographs. DNA results.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Harris.<\/p>\n
He was writing rapidly.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard recruited you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore we married.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words struck harder than the gunshot echo in the basement.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s eyes filled again.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long before?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEight months.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped backward.<\/p>\n
Our marriage was twelve years old.<\/p>\n
Daniel had known Richard before our wedding.<\/p>\n
He had entered my life under someone else\u2019s influence.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you marry me because of him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe introduced us.\u201d<\/p>\n
My memory reached backward.<\/p>\n
A fundraising dinner.<\/p>\n
Daniel had bumped into me near the coat check.<\/p>\n
He spilled club soda on my sleeve.<\/p>\n
Apologized.<\/p>\n
Made me laugh.<\/p>\n
We talked for two hours.<\/p>\n
For years, we called it chance.<\/p>\n
It had not been chance.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard sent you to that event.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the back of the chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo meet me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first? Information about your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father was alive then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard believed your father had hidden company money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMillions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he right?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhatever I learned.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt physically ill.<\/p>\n
My early dates.<\/p>\n
Family dinners.<\/p>\n
Weekend visits to my parents.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s interest in my father\u2019s business stories.<\/p>\n
None of it innocent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened when my father died?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard said the opportunity changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat opportunity?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cControl.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf my company?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf assets connected to it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe family settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know about that then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you learn?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Every path led to two years ago.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas showed me a copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought I would help expose Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd did you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Richard already knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer landed wrong.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course he had.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Richard do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe became obsessed with finding the original settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if Rachel enforced it, it would reopen the old company books.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did that matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at Harris.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to understand, the company Claire inherited wasn\u2019t clean.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s company.<\/p>\n
My inheritance.<\/p>\n
The foundation beneath half my adult life.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMoney disappeared for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStolen by whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard said your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you believe him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Richard stole it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pieces shifted.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s letter said Victor wanted the settlement eliminated because it could expose older financial arrangements.<\/p>\n
Thomas said my father discovered someone stealing from the company.<\/p>\n
Then my father died.<\/p>\n
Richard had been CFO.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe killed my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou worked for him twelve years and you don\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t supposed to know anything important.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou married his niece.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cI married you because I fell in love with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
It sounded ugly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhile spying on my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect that sentence to help?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris finally stepped in.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Richard Vale?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you last speak?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThursday.\u201d<\/p>\n
The night before Daniel disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo leave town.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why the message?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was Richard\u2019s idea.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sent it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he knew she was the one person you would be too hurt to chase.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had guessed that much.<\/p>\n
It still hurt hearing it confirmed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted me to think you were lovers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I believed him.<\/p>\n
Oddly, that no longer mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after you sent it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI went to the blue house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard told me someone would meet me there with new documents and money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel came too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe got my message asking to meet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to tell her everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had twelve years to tell someone everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
I know.<\/p>\n
The useless phrase of the guilty.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen you arrived?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael was already there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thought you betrayed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI had.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat had Michael wanted?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProof Richard killed Evan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Evan is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael didn\u2019t know until recently.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes opened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael believed Evan died for years. Then he found evidence Thomas Reed was Evan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Michael came into our lives as Martin after learning his brother was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo get close to Richard through me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every man had entered another man\u2019s life pretending to be someone else.<\/p>\n
A chain of masks.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe got trapped between them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened in the blue house yesterday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s breathing became shallow.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael confronted me. Rachel arrived. Then Thomas appeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who shot you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe lights went out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard movement. Michael yelled. Rachel screamed. Someone grabbed me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI woke up tied to a chair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see the shooter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho made the hostage photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Thomas explain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Michael had ruined everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris asked, \u201cEverything meaning what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGetting Richard to reveal where he kept the company records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat records?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe real books.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father had kept handwritten ledgers.<\/p>\n
Perhaps Richard had too.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do they show?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho stole the money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho paid for your father\u2019s death.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaid whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe claims he didn\u2019t kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe claims Victor arranged it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor claims he helped cover it up.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat part could be true.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris asked, \u201cWhere are the books?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard has them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Another message.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
A photograph appeared.<\/p>\n
An older man sat in the back seat of a car.<\/p>\n
Silver hair.<\/p>\n
Thin face.<\/p>\n
Dark overcoat.<\/p>\n
I had not seen him in eight years.<\/p>\n
But I recognized him immediately.<\/p>\n
Richard Vale.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s former CFO.<\/p>\n
Apparently, my uncle.<\/p>\n
The photograph had been taken recently enough that the digital timestamp read twelve minutes earlier.<\/p>\n
A message followed.<\/p>\n
YOUR HUSBAND IS TELLING YOU HALF THE TRUTH.<\/p>\n
Daniel saw my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I showed Harris.<\/p>\n
Then another message arrived.<\/p>\n
ASK HIM WHAT HE PUT IN YOUR FATHER\u2019S WHISKEY.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
He turned white.<\/p>\n
Not pale.<\/p>\n
White.<\/p>\n
Every answer I had extracted from him suddenly became irrelevant.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you put in my father\u2019s whiskey?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped toward the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you put in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know what it was.\u201d<\/p>\n
The monitor began beeping faster.<\/p>\n
Harris moved beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you given?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s mouth trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cA vial.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy Richard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe night your father died.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me you were at work.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Richard tell you was in the vial?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething that would make your father sick.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what purpose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo delay a meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat meeting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith federal investigators.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father was talking to federal investigators?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was going to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything narrowed to Daniel\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after you put it in his drink?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe drank some.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou poured it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI left before he finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd when he died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI panicked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou married me eleven months later.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes opened.<\/p>\n
Tears ran toward his ears against the pillow.<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The rage that entered me then was quieter than anything I had felt before.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may be the cruelest thing you\u2019ve said.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
Harris asked, \u201cWho called you after Carter died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat the dose wasn\u2019t supposed to kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you believed that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Victor know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard said Victor would handle the certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s heart attack.<\/p>\n
Victor\u2019s help.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s plan.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s vial.<\/p>\n
The structure was finally visible.<\/p>\n
Not complete.<\/p>\n
But visible.<\/p>\n
I had married one of the men who helped set my father\u2019s death in motion.<\/p>\n
Perhaps unknowingly.<\/p>\n
Perhaps not.<\/p>\n
The difference no longer felt large enough.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated again.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s photograph vanished from the message thread.<\/p>\n
A final line appeared.<\/p>\n
THOMAS HAS VICTOR.<\/p>\n
MICHAEL HAS RICHARD.<\/p>\n
AND ONLY ONE OF THEM KNOWS WHERE YOUR FATHER\u2019S ORIGINAL RECORDS ARE.<\/p>\n
Then another:<\/p>\n
CHOOSE WHO YOU FIND FIRST.<\/p>\n
I showed Harris.<\/p>\n
He immediately began issuing orders.<\/p>\n
I looked at Daniel one last time.<\/p>\n
For twelve years, he had known what he poured into my father\u2019s drink.<\/p>\n
He had watched me grieve.<\/p>\n
Held me at the funeral.<\/p>\n
Helped carry boxes from my father\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Slept beside me afterward.<\/p>\n
And somewhere inside that same man, hidden beneath debt and fear and the convenient name of love, had been the knowledge that he might have helped kill him.<\/p>\n
I turned toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped but did not face him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited for the words to hurt.<\/p>\n
They did not.<\/p>\n
That frightened me more.<\/p>\n
Outside the room, Harris caught up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have two possible hostage locations.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor and Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard and Michael?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe other.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich is more important?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t how we decide.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is if one of them has the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris studied me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou received the instruction to choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen whoever sent it wants you involved in the decision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich means choosing either location may be exactly what they expect.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked back toward Daniel\u2019s room.<\/p>\n
For years, everyone around me had assumed I would react to whatever truth they placed in front of me.<\/p>\n
Anger.<\/p>\n
Grief.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Betrayal.<\/p>\n
They had designed my choices by controlling what I knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not choosing Victor or Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
I took out my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father said not to let Victor control the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe also said he was going to speak to both his daughters.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means he expected Rachel to be able to verify something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe settlement.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the wing where Rachel was recovering.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone is chasing the men who hid the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I started walking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to ask my sister where our father hid it.\u201d<\/p>\n
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