The first thing William Carter asked for was water.<\/p>\n
The second was Lily.<\/p>\n
Not me.<\/p>\n
Not Evelyn.<\/p>\n
Not the doctors treating the injuries he had suffered in the basement room.<\/p>\n
Lily.<\/p>\n
Reyes delivered that information while we waited inside a converted conference room at the research estate.<\/p>\n
Agents filled the hall outside.<\/p>\n
The entire property had been secured, but Thomas Keene remained missing.<\/p>\n
No vehicle on the grounds appeared to belong to him.<\/p>\n
No fresh tracks had been found beyond the service road.<\/p>\n
No one believed he had gone far.<\/p>\n
Michael stood beside the window.<\/p>\n
Jake sat with Margaret two rooms away.<\/p>\n
My mother was undergoing a medical examination.<\/p>\n
I had not yet been allowed to see William.<\/p>\n
The man I had buried twenty-eight years earlier.<\/p>\n
The man I had called Dad.<\/p>\n
The man whose DNA had apparently been used to create Lily.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
I looked at Reyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy Lily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe hasn\u2019t explained.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he ask for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
That hurt more than I expected.<\/p>\n
Ridiculous.<\/p>\n
He had been presumed dead for most of my adult life.<\/p>\n
There was no sensible order in which he should request to see anyone.<\/p>\n
Still, some part of me remained a daughter.<\/p>\n
Some part had waited nearly three decades to be chosen again.<\/p>\n
Lily sat across from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf he wants me first, I\u2019ll go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came automatically.<\/p>\n
She raised one eyebrow.<\/p>\n
I corrected myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t owe him that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may be dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may manipulate you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he knows why my life exists.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence struck me quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to hear what he says before everyone tells me what it means.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael seemed surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cMe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019re the only person here who spent eighteen years not knowing enough and still kept looking.\u201d<\/p>\n
I watched that land on him.<\/p>\n
Guilt and gratitude at once.<\/p>\n
He glanced at me.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cGo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes allowed Lily and Michael into William\u2019s room with an agent present.<\/p>\n
I watched through one-way glass.<\/p>\n
William looked impossibly old.<\/p>\n
He had once been broad-shouldered and meticulous, a man who polished his own shoes even on weekends.<\/p>\n
Now his hair was nearly gone.<\/p>\n
His face sagged on one side from an old stroke.<\/p>\n
Bruises darkened his wrists.<\/p>\n
But when Lily entered, his eyes sharpened.<\/p>\n
He stared at her.<\/p>\n
Not casually.<\/p>\n
Not with uncertainty.<\/p>\n
Recognition.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like her,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
Lily stopped near the foot of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cLike Susan?\u201d<\/p>\n
William shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cLike Evelyn when she was young.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
Lily glanced toward Michael, then back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted to see me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
William swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I need to know whether they told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTold me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the agent.<\/p>\n
Lily said, \u201cSay it.\u201d<\/p>\n
William closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat you\u2019re mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily did not react.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have DNA.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes opened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you\u2019re my biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word father seemed to hurt him.<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never meant for you to exist that way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sentence has been said about me several times.\u201d<\/p>\n
William flinched.<\/p>\n
\u201cI deserve that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you give Keene your genetic material after 1992?\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s head turned sharply.<\/p>\n
William became very still.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The question Keene had left behind.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Lily did not move.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
William looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael Miller.\u201d<\/p>\n
Recognition flickered.<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan\u2019s husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
William\u2019s eyes lowered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn\u2019t an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
William looked at Lily again.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter 1992, I ended the procedures on Susan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut not the program,\u201d Lily said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room behind the glass seemed colder.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s account had not been false exactly.<\/p>\n
Only incomplete.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Lily asked, \u201cWhy keep participating?\u201d<\/p>\n
William breathed slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Keene convinced me the research could be separated from what we had done wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believed that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
William did not defend himself.<\/p>\n
That somehow made the confession worse.<\/p>\n
He continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe had fertility data no one else had. Genetic screening years ahead of standard practice. Families desperate for children. Researchers willing to build safeguards.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSafeguards like lying to women?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDrugging them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsing their bodies without consent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did it continue under the same people?\u201d<\/p>\n
William shut his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause men rarely abandon power just because they discover they used it badly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least you understand yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI do now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily asked, \u201cDid you know your stored samples could be used to create a child?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand flew to my mouth behind the glass.<\/p>\n
Michael\u2019s expression went flat.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you approve that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot with Susan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut with someone.\u201d<\/p>\n
William hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree pregnancies I knew about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChildren?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo births.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
There were others.<\/p>\n
Not just records.<\/p>\n
Living people.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne family raised the first child knowingly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the second?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlacement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAdoption.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLegal?\u201d<\/p>\n
William said nothing.<\/p>\n
Lily understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo no.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael asked, \u201cWhen Keene used your sample on Susan in 2008, did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did you find out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo prove he still controlled the program.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you expose him?\u201d Lily asked.<\/p>\n
William turned his head toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by then he controlled me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFinancial crimes. Old authorizations. Records with my signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily laughed once.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you stayed quiet because you might go to prison.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLater because Evelyn disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Evelyn have to do with it?\u201d Michael asked.<\/p>\n
William\u2019s eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene told me he would kill her if I tried to contact Susan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Behind the glass, I froze.<\/p>\n
My mother had been presumed dead in 2014.<\/p>\n
William had been presumed dead since 1998.<\/p>\n
They were both alive.<\/p>\n
And Keene had apparently kept them separated with threats involving each other.<\/p>\n
Lily asked, \u201cWhere were you all these years?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDifferent places.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Keene?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVoluntarily?\u201d<\/p>\n
William stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer mattered.<\/p>\n
He had not been imprisoned continuously.<\/p>\n
Keene had told the truth about that part.<\/p>\n
William had chosen involvement for at least some of those years.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConsulting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the program?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then: \u201cFor the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaintaining the archive. Updating beneficiary conditions. Building the release system.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel Price\u2019s version suddenly made more sense.<\/p>\n
William had helped construct the very mechanism that now exposed everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d Lily asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause eventually I understood Keene would never stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything good you did seems to happen eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
William took that without protest.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can\u2019t change when I became brave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep using brave for actions taken after years of harm.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice was weak but firm.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not asking you to call me brave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then William asked something unexpected.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid the archive open?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily glanced at Michael.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
William exhaled.<\/p>\n
A tear slid toward his ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen it worked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat worked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy last amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat amendment?\u201d<\/p>\n
William looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one giving you control.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe final one.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heartbeat quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat final one?\u201d<\/p>\n
He struggled to sit.<\/p>\n
The agent moved to help.<\/p>\n
William waved him away.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene does not know.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sentence pulled everyone closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn 2017, I changed the trust again.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Samuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Behind the glass, Reyes turned sharply.<\/p>\n
Samuel Price.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you change?\u201d<\/p>\n
William\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust no longer belongs to a bloodline.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI removed the lineage requirement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did everyone need me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the activation condition remained tied to the last recorded beneficiary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
William nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene knew the older version. He thought control still depended on preserving Carter-Harris continuity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what happens after activation?\u201d<\/p>\n
William looked directly at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou choose the beneficiaries.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInstitutions. Survivors. Compensation funds. Public-interest trusts. Whatever the court approves under the amendment.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
The money no longer had to stay with the families.<\/p>\n
The bloodline obsession had already been broken.<\/p>\n
Keene did not know.<\/p>\n
Lily asked, \u201cWhy didn\u2019t Samuel tell us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I told him not to until activation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Keene discovered it earlier, he would destroy the archive rather than control it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael looked toward the glass.<\/p>\n
He knew Reyes was there.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Keene still thinks Lily represents ownership.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily sat down for the first time.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much money?\u201d<\/p>\n
William looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHundreds of millions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael went silent.<\/p>\n
Lily stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the clinics?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom placements?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom investments made using those profits?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked disgusted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer surprised her.<\/p>\n
William continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you can decide where it goes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily looked through the glass.<\/p>\n
At me.<\/p>\n
I knew she could not actually see clearly into the observation room.<\/p>\n
Still, it felt as though she were looking directly at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about the children?\u201d<\/p>\n
William\u2019s face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe archive contains identities where we could reconstruct them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe documented eighty-six confirmed births.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s face went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cEighty-six.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAcross decades.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many mothers knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
William whispered, \u201cNot enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Michael turned away.<\/p>\n
I pressed my hand against the glass.<\/p>\n
Lily asked, \u201cWere any of those children made the way I was?\u201d<\/p>\n
William hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeven.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cUsing preserved genetic material?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout maternal consent?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFour confirmed.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words were unbearable.<\/p>\n
Four.<\/p>\n
Not one anomaly.<\/p>\n
A system.<\/p>\n
Lily\u2019s voice shook now.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne died in infancy.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo were adopted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the fourth?\u201d<\/p>\n
William looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Lily sat perfectly still.<\/p>\n
Then she asked, \u201cWhy did Keene care so much about me if there were others?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause none of the others satisfied the old trust condition.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCombined lineages.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I was the key.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you secretly removed the lock.\u201d<\/p>\n
William\u2019s mouth trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, something like power entered Lily\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
Not the power others had planned for her.<\/p>\n
Her own.<\/p>\n
She stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d<\/p>\n
William reached toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me to forgive you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you to know I am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes that matter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
She walked toward the door.<\/p>\n
Then William said, \u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course there was.<\/p>\n
Lily turned.<\/p>\n
William looked at Michael.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene didn\u2019t take Evelyn because of the activation key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d Michael asked.<\/p>\n
William\u2019s eyes moved toward the glass again.<\/p>\n
Toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted Susan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer involuntarily.<\/p>\n
Lily frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause there is one record in the archive only she can unlock.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes immediately entered the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat record?\u201d<\/p>\n
William looked startled by her arrival.<\/p>\n
Then resigned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe master index.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat unlocks it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan\u2019s voice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared through the glass.<\/p>\n
Reyes looked directly toward me.<\/p>\n
William continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeene designed the original authentication decades ago using family voiceprints. I later modified it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy Susan?\u201d Reyes asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she was never supposed to know the archive existed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt made her the safest key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat phrase?\u201d Reyes asked.<\/p>\n
William shut his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou built it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel changed the phrase after activation.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Samuel knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily said, \u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered immediately.<\/p>\n
Samuel Price had been detained at the estate.<\/p>\n
But he had not yet explained why he arrived before agents.<\/p>\n
Reyes looked toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going to ask him.\u201d<\/p>\n
William caught her sleeve weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAgent.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Keene learns the master index is still locked, he will come for Susan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe already has.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe intercepted an attempted abduction at the hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n
William stared.<\/p>\n
Then he looked through the glass again.<\/p>\n
At me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need to move her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Too late.<\/p>\n
My temporary phone, sealed in an evidence bag on the table beside Reyes, began vibrating.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at it.<\/p>\n
Reyes answered through the recording system.<\/p>\n
Thomas Keene\u2019s voice filled the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cSusan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I entered.<\/p>\n
No one tried to stop me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Keene exhaled softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father is talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWilliam isn\u2019t my biological father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was more your father than Leonard ever was.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hated that he was right about something.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe index.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know how to open it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t need to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel does.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Reyes.<\/p>\n
Keene continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Samuel is going to trade it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor his son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leonard.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Leonard?\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
She turned toward an agent.<\/p>\n
Leonard had been transferred earlier for questioning.<\/p>\n
Keene laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should check.\u201d<\/p>\n
Reyes barked into her radio.<\/p>\n
Within seconds, confirmation came.<\/p>\n
The transport vehicle carrying Leonard Price had been attacked.<\/p>\n
One agent injured.<\/p>\n
Leonard missing.<\/p>\n
Keene said, \u201cSamuel has until sunrise.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the clock.<\/p>\n
Three hours.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo do what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBring me the master phrase.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if he doesn\u2019t?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve heard this kind of threat before.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice remained infuriatingly calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnly this time, Susan, I\u2019m not threatening your mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The line went dead.<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s son was now the hostage.<\/p>\n
And the only man who knew how to unlock the archive had three hours to decide whether his family mattered more than everyone else\u2019s truth.<\/p>\n
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