Nobody spoke after Daniel Mercer told us to ask why I had been chosen.<\/p>\n
The words hung over Bay Three while the restored machine idled behind its glass enclosure. Laura Chen stood with her portfolio pressed against one hip. Samuel remained between Owen Vale and the exit. Richard looked as though the floor beneath him had shifted. Nadia\u2019s hands rested on her laptop without moving.<\/p>\n
I stared at Mercer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you know about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
He adjusted the strap of his leather case.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than Horizon does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes flicked toward the security guards.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want this conversation in front of everyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father was Michael Parker.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sound of my father\u2019s name in his voice landed differently than I expected.<\/p>\n
Not grief.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
Danger.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe worked for Alden Machine Systems.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Alden had disappeared years ago, absorbed through acquisitions and bankruptcy sales. My father rarely talked about his work there. By the time I was old enough to understand what he did, the company no longer existed.<\/p>\n
Samuel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlden?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know the name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s face gave him away.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was Alden?\u201d Laura asked.<\/p>\n
Samuel answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cA machine-tool integrator. Controls, custom automation, precision manufacturing systems.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter had followed us from the conference area and was standing behind Mason. He looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour dad worked controls?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cField service and commissioning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was better than that title suggests.\u201d<\/p>\n
I kept my attention on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does my father have to do with today?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer set his leather case on a workbench.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeventeen years ago, Alden was developing an adaptive control architecture for high-precision multi-axis systems.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Phoenix program.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked pleased.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you do remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
\u201cPhoenix?\u201d<\/p>\n
My father had owned a black notebook with that word written across one corner. I remembered seeing it on our kitchen table when I was thirteen. He had taken it away when I asked what it meant.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten about it until that moment.<\/p>\n
Mercer continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlden believed Phoenix could compensate for machine drift in real time. Thermal error, tool deflection, servo lag. If it worked, smaller manufacturers could achieve tolerances that previously required far more expensive equipment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mason glanced toward Bay Three.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdaptive compensation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAn early version,\u201d Mercer said.<\/p>\n
I asked, \u201cDid it work?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s eyes stayed on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to your father, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something cold moved through my chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was one of the engineers who validated it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t explain why anybody would sabotage Meridian.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But it explains why someone has been watching you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laura stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked toward Owen.<\/p>\n
Owen\u2019s face had gone rigid.<\/p>\n
Samuel noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOwen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have no idea what fantasy Daniel is constructing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s rich.\u201d<\/p>\n
Security shifted near the door.<\/p>\n
Samuel said, \u201cDaniel, if you know something relevant, say it now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked at the machine.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlden never patented the full Phoenix control model.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Nadia asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the company collapsed before the filing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel folded his arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel remained silent.<\/p>\n
I looked between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel walked to the conference-room glass and stared down at the production floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlden had cash problems.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey had a failed demonstration.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeventeen years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
Mercer took over.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe system malfunctioned during a customer trial. A test spindle oversped. The containment held, but the machine was destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered a night from childhood.<\/p>\n
My mother crying in the kitchen.<\/p>\n
My father sitting at the table with his left hand wrapped in gauze.<\/p>\n
A smell of burned fabric on his jacket.<\/p>\n
He had told me there had been a small electrical fire.<\/p>\n
I had believed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas my father there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was the lead controls engineer on the test.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to narrow.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he responsible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came from Samuel.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He stepped away from the glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael argued the machine had been altered before the demonstration.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cAltered how?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cControl parameters.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody moved.<\/p>\n
The parallel was so obvious that it didn\u2019t need explaining.<\/p>\n
I looked toward Bay Three.<\/p>\n
Seventeen years apart.<\/p>\n
Two sabotaged machines.<\/p>\n
Both tied to my family.<\/p>\n
My voice came out quieter than I intended.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened after the accident?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlden blamed your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
Mercer added, \u201cHe refused to sign the incident findings.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course he had.<\/p>\n
I could see him at our kitchen table again, shoulders hunched beneath a work shirt, reading paperwork long after midnight.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was fired,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Mercer nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree days later.\u201d<\/p>\n
The coincidence cut through me.<\/p>\n
I had been fired minutes before a machine failed.<\/p>\n
My father had been fired days after being accused of causing one.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer opened his case.<\/p>\n
Inside were several old documents sealed in plastic sleeves.<\/p>\n
He laid one on the workbench.<\/p>\n
ALDEN MACHINE SYSTEMS \u2014 INCIDENT REVIEW.<\/p>\n
The date was seventeen years old.<\/p>\n
I found my father\u2019s name halfway down the page.<\/p>\n
MICHAEL PARKER \u2014 CONTROLS ENGINEERING.<\/p>\n
My fingers stayed above the document.<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t touch it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCalder\u2019s archives.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
Mercer noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlden\u2019s assets were purchased after bankruptcy. Eventually most of them ended up with Calder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIncluding Phoenix?\u201d Mason asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was the expectation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood before he finished.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father took it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think he did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome people do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer glanced at Owen.<\/p>\n
Owen said nothing.<\/p>\n
I turned to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew about this.\u201d<\/p>\n
He crossed his arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew Alden existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression didn\u2019t change.<\/p>\n
Mercer pulled out another page.<\/p>\n
A correspondence log.<\/p>\n
Four names appeared repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Alden executives.<\/p>\n
Calder representatives.<\/p>\n
And one name I recognized immediately.<\/p>\n
OWEN VALE.<\/p>\n
Seventeen years ago.<\/p>\n
I looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen\u2019s face remained controlled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was an outside finance adviser.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Alden?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDuring the collapse?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDuring the investigation into my father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI handled financial restructuring. Not engineering.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were in the board meetings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat proves nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked stunned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I? It was nearly two decades ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you joined Horizon six years after I founded it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Michael Parker\u2019s son was already working here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is coincidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about my hiring.<\/p>\n
I had applied through an ordinary listing.<\/p>\n
Three interviews.<\/p>\n
A technical test.<\/p>\n
Then an unusually fast final offer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho approved my hire?\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour test scores were excellent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho put my r\u00e9sum\u00e9 in front of you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
I knew before he said it.<\/p>\n
\u201cOwen.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went quiet.<\/p>\n
Owen shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re turning routine recruiting into conspiracy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer said, \u201cThen explain why Ethan\u2019s application was marked priority.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen looked at him.<\/p>\n
Mercer removed another sheet from his case.<\/p>\n
A copy of my original r\u00e9sum\u00e9.<\/p>\n
I recognized the formatting.<\/p>\n
There was a handwritten note across the top.<\/p>\n
INTERVIEW. IMPORTANT.<\/p>\n
Initials: O.V.<\/p>\n
I felt something in me settle.<\/p>\n
Not fear.<\/p>\n
Focus.<\/p>\n
For eleven years I had thought Horizon was simply the company that gave me my first real engineering job.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered whether I had ever arrived there by accident.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you want me hired?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Owen remained silent.<\/p>\n
Samuel stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen looked irritated now.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis father had a reputation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTechnical ability.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could have hired dozens of talented engineers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy Ethan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen looked at me.<\/p>\n
Something passed behind his eyes.<\/p>\n
Resentment.<\/p>\n
Not toward me personally.<\/p>\n
Toward my name.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Michael Parker died before anyone found out where he put the Phoenix files.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hit harder than anything else that day.<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father died in a car accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mercer.<\/p>\n
Then Owen.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father died in a car accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m saying Calder\u2019s internal archive lists his death under unresolved asset recovery.\u201d<\/p>\n
For a moment, I couldn\u2019t hear the machine behind me.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s accident had happened on a wet November morning.<\/p>\n
A delivery truck crossed the center line.<\/p>\n
That was what the police said.<\/p>\n
That was what my mother told me.<\/p>\n
I had been sixteen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think he was killed?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPut something like that in front of me and then hide behind uncertainty.\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m telling you what the records say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecords written by whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
Laura stepped between us slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, we need to separate what is documented from what is suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew she was right.<\/p>\n
I hated her for being right.<\/p>\n
Nadia spoke quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere may be a way to verify part of this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Owen was involved in bringing Ethan to Horizon, there should be old HR emails, onboarding records, maybe archived executive mail.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleven-year-old records won\u2019t prove motive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Nadia said. \u201cBut they may prove intent.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPull everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are conducting an illegal internal investigation without counsel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen call your lawyer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Security escorted Owen to a separate office while access logs were preserved.<\/p>\n
Mercer remained under guard too.<\/p>\n
Laura stayed because Meridian\u2019s equipment qualification was now entangled with a sabotage investigation.<\/p>\n
I stood at Bay Three while Nadia worked.<\/p>\n
Walter came beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded once.<\/p>\n
It was the correct response.<\/p>\n
I looked through the safety glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen I was a kid, my father hated this one sound.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat sound?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cServo hunting.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter understood.<\/p>\n
That rapid mechanical vibration when a control loop kept correcting itself.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe could hear it through walls,\u201d I said. \u201cUsed to say a machine tells you when somebody asks it to do something stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter looked toward the controller.<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds like him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never met him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But I met you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cSame disease.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite myself, I smiled.<\/p>\n
Then Nadia called us over.<\/p>\n
\u201cI found the archived mail.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel, Laura, and I gathered around her screen.<\/p>\n
The oldest message was from Owen to Samuel.<\/p>\n
Subject: ENGINEERING CANDIDATE.<\/p>\n
Attachment: Ethan_Parker_Resume.pdf.<\/p>\n
Samuel opened it.<\/p>\n
His own reply was simple.<\/p>\n
Looks promising. Schedule him.<\/p>\n
But Owen\u2019s message below contained another sentence.<\/p>\n
His father worked on an advanced control architecture that may become strategically useful. Keep him close.<\/p>\n
Samuel stared at the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember seeing this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou replied to it,\u201d Owen said from the doorway, accompanied by security.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou buried it under a dozen hiring notes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen apparently it wasn\u2019t important.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadia scrolled.<\/p>\n
There were later emails.<\/p>\n
Year two of my employment.<\/p>\n
Year four.<\/p>\n
Year seven.<\/p>\n
Owen repeatedly asked about my projects.<\/p>\n
My access.<\/p>\n
My personal effects after my father\u2019s death.<\/p>\n
Whether I had ever mentioned inherited engineering records.<\/p>\n
I felt increasingly cold as the years passed on the screen.<\/p>\n
Someone had been watching me quietly.<\/p>\n
Patiently.<\/p>\n
Not every week.<\/p>\n
Not enough for me to notice.<\/p>\n
Just enough.<\/p>\n
Mercer spoke from behind us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were waiting for you to find it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cFind what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhoenix.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have Phoenix.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may not know that you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
It was the smallest reaction in the room.<\/p>\n
But I saw it.<\/p>\n
So did Samuel.<\/p>\n
I thought about my father\u2019s belongings.<\/p>\n
Most were still in my mother\u2019s attic.<\/p>\n
Old tools.<\/p>\n
Manuals.<\/p>\n
Boxes I had never opened because every time I tried, I felt sixteen again.<\/p>\n
One thing was not there.<\/p>\n
The black notebook.<\/p>\n
Phoenix.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t seen it since childhood.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Another unknown message.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
This one showed the inside of a garage.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s garage.<\/p>\n
The workbench my father built.<\/p>\n
One cabinet door stood open.<\/p>\n
Below the image:<\/p>\n
THEY ALREADY SEARCHED THE OBVIOUS PLACE.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing for a second.<\/p>\n
Walter saw my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I showed Samuel.<\/p>\n
\u201cCall the police,\u201d Laura said.<\/p>\n
I was already dialing my mother.<\/p>\n
She answered on the third ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, are you home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs anyone there?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLock the doors.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust do it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She heard something in my voice and stopped asking.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m locking them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStay away from the garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone was here this morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every muscle in my body tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. I thought maybe you had hired somebody.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo move your father\u2019s things.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they take?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t checked everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid they take the black notebook?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat notebook?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one Dad used to keep on the kitchen table. Black cover. Phoenix written on it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her breathing changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOh.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Longer this time.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father gave it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the machine.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, he didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, Ethan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe night before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room around me disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were asleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe put something in the old toolbox he gave you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mind went to the metal Kennedy toolbox in my basement.<\/p>\n
The one I had carried from apartment to apartment.<\/p>\n
The one I barely used because my father\u2019s initials were scratched into the lid.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me,\u201d she continued, \u201c\u2018If Ethan ever becomes the engineer I think he will, he\u2019ll know when to open this properly.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the blood drain from my face.<\/p>\n
I had owned that toolbox for seventeen years.<\/p>\n
I had cleaned it.<\/p>\n
Moved it.<\/p>\n
Stored tools in it.<\/p>\n
But my father had installed a false bottom in everything he built.<\/p>\n
Drawers.<\/p>\n
Cabinets.<\/p>\n
Tool chests.<\/p>\n
Little tricks from a machinist who hated wasted space.<\/p>\n
I had never checked.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom, don\u2019t tell anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another message arrived while she was speaking.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
A single sentence.<\/p>\n
GO HOME, ETHAN.<\/p>\n
I looked through the conference-room glass.<\/p>\n
Daniel Mercer was watching me again.<\/p>\n
But both of his hands were visible.<\/p>\n
His phone sat on the table.<\/p>\n
Whoever was sending the messages was not him.<\/p>\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n
Samuel said, \u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Owen.<\/p>\n
Then Mercer.<\/p>\n
Then Richard.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho knows where I live?\u201d<\/p>\n
Richard answered first.<\/p>\n
\u201cHR.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire went pale.<\/p>\n
Samuel understood immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cLock down employee records.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nadia moved.<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
Her laptop chimed.<\/p>\n
An external query had hit the HR database seven minutes earlier.<\/p>\n
My address had been accessed.<\/p>\n
Credential used:<\/p>\n
CLAIRE DONNELLY.<\/p>\n
Claire stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I believed her.<\/p>\n
The cloned identities were being used again.<\/p>\n
I grabbed my jacket.<\/p>\n
Samuel stepped in front of me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not going alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not waiting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither am I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Laura spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cMeridian security is here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Two members of her team followed us.<\/p>\n
Walter tried to come.<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay with the machine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hated it.<\/p>\n
But he nodded.<\/p>\n
As I reached the exit, Mercer called my name.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you find Phoenix,\u201d he said, \u201cdo not connect it to anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Michael Parker didn\u2019t hide software.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression had lost every trace of amusement.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hid proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cProof of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mercer glanced at Owen.<\/p>\n
Owen\u2019s face told me he knew the answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cProof,\u201d Mercer said, \u201cthat the first sabotage was never meant to destroy Alden.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was meant to steal something much bigger.\u201d<\/p>\n
I left before he could say more.<\/p>\n
For seventeen years, my father\u2019s toolbox had followed me everywhere.<\/p>\n
And now, for the first time, I was terrified of what might be underneath it.<\/p>\n
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