The brass cylinder from Windham Station arrived under federal escort at seven the next morning.<\/p>\n
I watched Nora Ellis open the evidence container.<\/p>\n
The object was smaller than my thumb.<\/p>\n
Hollow.<\/p>\n
Two narrow grooves along one side.<\/p>\n
No visible teeth like an ordinary key.<\/p>\n
Jonathan Mercer examined it without touching.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve seen one before?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert showed me a drawing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore his preliminary federal meeting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat it would be useless unless both daughters eventually understood what they carried.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel sat across the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cI carried the music box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Claire carried this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never had it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had the station clue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer considered.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe Robert intended you to find the cylinder later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means he planned farther ahead than anyone knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe had reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora photographed the cylinder under magnification.<\/p>\n
Tiny markings appeared along the inner rim.<\/p>\n
Numbers.<\/p>\n
17.<\/p>\n
23.<\/p>\n
40.<\/p>\n
The same pattern.<\/p>\n
Seventeen plus twenty-three equals forty.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould it contain data?\u201d Rachel asked.<\/p>\n
Nora nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly mechanical encoding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cThe music box was custom-made.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert had a craftsman build several security devices disguised as ordinary objects.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else did he make?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMostly puzzles for me.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was quiet.<\/p>\n
Then, \u201cHe made puzzles for me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe few times we met.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw him more than once.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Even now.<\/p>\n
Even after promises of truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe other two meetings were brief.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not make them nonexistent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis may matter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first time was at the blue house. I was twenty-eight. The second was three months later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA park.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe gave me the music box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the third?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout a year before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew him for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBarely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell you at the third meeting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked about Evan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does that matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Robert suspected Evan was investigating Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe asked whether Evan still had \u2018the little silver thing.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe music box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI assumed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I had given it to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did Dad react?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe looked worried.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
My father had known the box had moved to Evan.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ask you to get it back?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said maybe it was safer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer muttered, \u201cUntil Samuel found Evan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel claimed Evan gave it to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be a lie,\u201d Harris said.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the photograph Samuel sent.<\/p>\n
He had the box recently.<\/p>\n
That much appeared real.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would Dad bring us together as children?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
The old photograph from Carter Field showed Rachel and me standing side by side years before either remembered knowing the other.<\/p>\n
Rachel leaned closer to the enlarged image.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old were you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwelve.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI would have been eleven.\u201d<\/p>\n
The year my mother discovered Rachel existed.<\/p>\n
The year of the family settlement reference.<\/p>\n
August 1989.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat event was this?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cCompany picnic.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer recognized the banners.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnnual Carter family day.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine brought Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe shouldn\u2019t have been invited.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel looked offended on her mother\u2019s behalf, then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s probably the point.\u201d<\/p>\n
Someone brought her deliberately.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer studied the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was a confrontation that summer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother discovered the affair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember a balloon.\u201d<\/p>\n
We waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cRed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember a man giving it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes opened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember Samuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot clearly. Tall. Dark suit even though everyone else was casual.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded exactly like him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
She pressed her fingers against her temple.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething about finding another girl with the same ribbon.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the picture.<\/p>\n
My hair was tied with a red ribbon.<\/p>\n
Samuel had directed Rachel toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted Margaret to see you together.\u201d<\/p>\n
The realization came fast.<\/p>\n
Samuel had exposed Rachel\u2019s existence.<\/p>\n
Not accidentally.<\/p>\n
Strategically.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe broke my parents apart to pressure Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Mercer said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Margaret discovered Elaine and Rachel, Robert became vulnerable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the settlement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be manipulated.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel stared at her childhood face.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Samuel used me before I knew who he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The pattern had started when we were children.<\/p>\n
Samuel did not simply react to family secrets.<\/p>\n
He created collisions between them.<\/p>\n
My mother saw Rachel.<\/p>\n
Confronted my father.<\/p>\n
Victor drafted stronger agreements.<\/p>\n
Richard exploited instability.<\/p>\n
Samuel gained leverage.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted Dad divided.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cA man protecting two families is easier to control than a man protecting one.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Rachel.<\/p>\n
For decades we had blamed our father\u2019s cowardice for keeping us apart.<\/p>\n
That remained true.<\/p>\n
But someone had encouraged every fear around him.<\/p>\n
Not created the affair.<\/p>\n
Not created his choices.<\/p>\n
Only weaponized them.<\/p>\n
Harris said, \u201cSamuel has the music box. We need to know what happens when the cylinder is inserted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora suggested building a model from photographs.<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s image gave exterior dimensions.<\/p>\n
Rachel remembered details.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt played something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA tune Mom knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cName?\u201d<\/p>\n
She hummed four notes.<\/p>\n
I recognized them.<\/p>\n
My grandmother used to sing the melody.<\/p>\n
An old lullaby.<\/p>\n
My father hummed it whenever he worked on something mechanical.<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert used musical intervals as numeric codes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I was beginning to resent how elaborate my father had been.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the melody encode?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer hummed quietly.<\/p>\n
Counted.<\/p>\n
\u201cFour, one, five, three.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora wrote it.<\/p>\n
\u201c4153.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be sequence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel stared at the cylinder.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe the grooves rotate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Under magnification, the cylinder had four movable rings.<\/p>\n
Each carried digits.<\/p>\n
We tried 4-1-5-3.<\/p>\n
The rings aligned.<\/p>\n
A hidden seam appeared.<\/p>\n
Nora stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cPhotograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
After documentation, she twisted gently.<\/p>\n
The cylinder opened.<\/p>\n
Inside was not a key.<\/p>\n
A narrow strip of photographic microfilm.<\/p>\n
Everyone stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe registry?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Mercer shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cHalf.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf course.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora scanned it.<\/p>\n
Rows of coded names appeared.<\/p>\n
Not enough to identify anyone.<\/p>\n
Each line contained letters with missing sections.<\/p>\n
Like text printed through a stencil.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need the other layer,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe music box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel had the complementary image.<\/p>\n
Overlay both halves, and the names would become readable.<\/p>\n
That was why he needed us.<\/p>\n
He possessed the box but not the cylinder.<\/p>\n
Or perhaps the box contained one microfilm layer while the cylinder held the other.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe cannot read his own client list without us,\u201d Rachel said.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked alarmed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat list isn\u2019t only old clients.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert updated it before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent vulnerabilities.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cExplain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel\u2019s system recorded payments, favors, crimes. Robert began cross-referencing them with public identities.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the overlay identifies everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPoliticians?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOfficials?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLaw enforcement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo wonder Samuel wants it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Samuel already knows most names.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause memory isn\u2019t evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
The registry could convict or expose people who had survived by keeping transactions deniable.<\/p>\n
Nora began enhancing the microfilm.<\/p>\n
Several partial names emerged.<\/p>\n
A senator who had died years earlier.<\/p>\n
A shipping executive.<\/p>\n
A former federal contractor.<\/p>\n
One name remained current.<\/p>\n
A judge.<\/p>\n
Another looked like a corporate chairman.<\/p>\n
Harris said, \u201cThis is bigger than any of us expected.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert expected it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That did not comfort me.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Samuel.<\/p>\n
Coordinates.<\/p>\n
An industrial pier two hours away.<\/p>\n
Time: midnight.<\/p>\n
Instructions:<\/p>\n
CLAIRE + RACHEL.
\nCYLINDER.
\nMERCER WALKS FREE.<\/p>\n
No police mentioned because he already knew there would be police.<\/p>\n
Rachel read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe doesn\u2019t actually want Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wants us to bring the cylinder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy both of us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe because he doesn\u2019t know which authorization he\u2019ll need next.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora looked toward the offshore account.<\/p>\n
The money remained frozen.<\/p>\n
Archive released.<\/p>\n
But perhaps other systems still required us.<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cDo not go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stayed hidden seventeen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it kept my family alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd did it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy wife died believing you abandoned her. Your daughter grew up without you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held his gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither is everyone deciding silence is safer for people who never got to choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel said quietly, \u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
She was not disagreeing.<\/p>\n
Only reminding me Mercer had already lost enough.<\/p>\n
I softened my voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not judging why you hid. But I won\u2019t let Samuel keep deciding the terms because everyone fears what happens if we refuse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris said, \u201cWe can conduct a controlled exchange.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel trained half the security people you\u2019re using.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was twenty years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMethods survive people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora asked whether any current federal personnel appeared on the partial registry.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot enough of the names are readable.\u201d<\/p>\n
Exactly the problem.<\/p>\n
We did not know who Samuel could influence.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we limit information,\u201d Harris said.<\/p>\n
Small team.<\/p>\n
Need-to-know.<\/p>\n
No local communications until deployment.<\/p>\n
Rachel stared at the childhood photograph again.<\/p>\n
Then she pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Near my twelve-year-old hand.<\/p>\n
A small object.<\/p>\n
Not a balloon.<\/p>\n
A silver pendant.<\/p>\n
I enlarged the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer leaned close.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wore that pendant for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered vaguely.<\/p>\n
A silver rectangle on a chain.<\/p>\n
My father stopped wearing it sometime after that summer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe gave it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn the photograph, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
I tried to remember childhood jewelry.<\/p>\n
Most had been packed after my mother moved houses.<\/p>\n
Then something surfaced.<\/p>\n
I had hated the pendant because it was heavy.<\/p>\n
My mother put it into a keepsake box with my baby teeth, school pins, and old bracelets.<\/p>\n
That box was still in my attic.<\/p>\n
Harris looked tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour family has another hidden object.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
We returned home.<\/p>\n
The keepsake box was exactly where I remembered.<\/p>\n
Inside lay the silver pendant.<\/p>\n
Tarnished.<\/p>\n
Unremarkable.<\/p>\n
Nora photographed it.<\/p>\n
Then examined it under magnification.<\/p>\n
One edge had a seam.<\/p>\n
Inside was another film strip.<\/p>\n
Not complementary to the registry.<\/p>\n
Different.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
Tiny.<\/p>\n
We scanned it.<\/p>\n
Three men stood outside Carter Industries headquarters.<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Samuel.<\/p>\n
And a third man.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Broad face.<\/p>\n
White hair.<\/p>\n
On the back of the miniature image, my father had written a name.<\/p>\n
EDWARD GRANT.<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s father.<\/p>\n
Mercer went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s supposed to be dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThirty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rachel looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSupposed to?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert believed Edward Grant created the original network.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before Samuel.<\/p>\n
Before Richard.<\/p>\n
Before the offshore account.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s murder organization had roots one generation earlier.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Edward alive when Dad died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
A second microfilm image contained a date.<\/p>\n
Six months after my father\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
And a location.<\/p>\n
Geneva.<\/p>\n
Someone had photographed Edward Grant alive twenty-nine years after his supposed death.<\/p>\n
Samuel had not invented disappearing identities.<\/p>\n
He had inherited the method.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Samuel again.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
His first words were not about the exchange.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found the pendant.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Robert never understood that hiding evidence from me was easier than hiding his habits.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Edward Grant alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Rachel stepped beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
He heard her.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer.\u201d<\/p>\n
A faint sigh.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father is irrelevant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat means yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is ninety-three.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
The original architect.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he one of the people you\u2019re protecting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s voice became hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is the reason I need that registry destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Robert added one name that never belonged there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEdward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cMine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou created the network.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI inherited it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father designed everything to make me responsible when it collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
The irony was almost beautiful.<\/p>\n
Samuel had spent his life manipulating others through inherited guilt while his own father had done the same to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want the registry because it proves Edward was behind it first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why destroy it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it also proves what I did after.\u201d<\/p>\n
At least he did not pretend innocence.<\/p>\n
\u201cMidnight,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cBring the cylinder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mercer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can have him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already have him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Samuel had not known.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re losing track,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
His voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBe careful, Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You should be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n
Rachel stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just made him angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe murdered our father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think politeness would repair the relationship.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time in days, she laughed.<\/p>\n
It lasted only a second.<\/p>\n
But it mattered.<\/p>\n
Then Mercer said something from behind us.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Samuel didn\u2019t know I was already here, the photograph of the cottage wasn\u2019t taken by him.\u201d<\/p>\n
We turned.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Samuel had sent it.<\/p>\n
But someone else might have taken it and forwarded it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho knew Mercer was here?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The daughter who believed he abandoned her.<\/p>\n
He had contacted her after all.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLast year.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris searched.<\/p>\n
Emily Mercer.<\/p>\n
Age forty-two.<\/p>\n
Corporate compliance attorney.<\/p>\n
Current employer:<\/p>\n
Vale Holdings.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s company.<\/p>\n
The room fell silent.<\/p>\n
Jonathan Mercer\u2019s daughter had spent six years working for Richard Vale.<\/p>\n
And she knew her supposedly missing father was alive.<\/p>\n
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