Chapter 5 - The Man I Trusted With Everything
Police reached Margaret’s house before I did.
I should have stayed at the hospital.
Every rational part of me knew that.
But rationality had stopped being useful around three in the morning.
Nora remained with Caleb.
Mason drove.
Quinn rode with us because apparently he no longer trusted me not to start a private war.
He was right.
Margaret was alive.
We found her sitting inside an ambulance with a cut near her temple.
Someone had entered through the rear door.
She fought him with a lamp.
He fled.
“Did you see his face?” Quinn asked.
Margaret nodded.
“Daniel Ross.”
Mason swore.
“Where is the package?” I asked.
Margaret pointed toward the house.
“Gone.”
My stomach dropped.
“The intruder took it?”
“I don’t know.”
“What do you mean?”
“I moved it.”
“Where?”
She looked toward me.
“Somewhere Sophie told me to put it if anyone ever came asking.”
Quinn rubbed his forehead.
“Does everyone in this family communicate through secret instructions?”
Margaret almost smiled.
“Apparently.”
We followed her back inside after paramedics cleared her.
She went to Sophie’s childhood bedroom.
From beneath an old dresser, she removed a wooden panel.
Inside was a metal lockbox.
She handed it to me.
“You open it.”
My hands shook.
Not from fear.
From memory.
Sophie loved puzzles.
She hid anniversary presents behind riddles.
She once made me solve six clues to find my own birthday watch.
Seeing the box felt like hearing her laugh from another room.
The key was taped underneath.
I unlocked it.
Inside were folders.
A flash drive.
Photographs.
And a handwritten letter.
My name was on it.
DAMIAN.
I stared at Sophie’s handwriting for a long time.
Then opened it.
Damian,
If you are reading this, then either I finally worked up the courage to tell you everything, or something happened before I could.
My vision blurred.
I kept reading.
I know you believe danger always announces itself. You believe enemies make threats. You believe betrayal comes from people across the table.
Sometimes it comes from the person sitting beside you.
I looked up.
Mason stood near the doorway.
Quinn watched silently.
Margaret folded her arms around herself.
I continued.
I started becoming sick after the charity dinner in October. At first I blamed stress. Then I noticed the episodes happened after I took vitamins prepared by the household wellness service Julian recommended.
My heart stopped.
Julian.
I read faster.
I had samples tested privately. Nora helped me because I knew you would confront everyone before we knew the truth.
Please do not blame her.
I looked away from the paper.
Of course Sophie knew me.
Even dead, she was still trying to stop me from destroying the wrong person.
The first tests showed trace exposure to something I should not have been taking.
I stopped the supplements.
The symptoms improved.
Then someone entered my private study and replaced them.
I told Julian because he had always been your friend.
The next day, the files disappeared from my computer.
Mason stepped forward.
“What?”
I held up one hand.
I kept reading.
I began checking financial records.
Julian has been moving money through shell companies connected to contractors inside Cross Global.
I do not know how far it goes.
I believe he is stealing from you.
And I believe he knows I discovered it.
Margaret covered her mouth.
Quinn said nothing.
There was one final paragraph.
If something happens to me, protect Caleb.
Not the company.
Not the name.
Caleb.
Promise me that for once in your life, Damian, you will choose the person you love before the empire you built.
I sat down.
For several seconds, the room became silent.
Sophie had known.
She had known exactly who I was.
Exactly what I would do.
And exactly what mattered.
Quinn took the flash drive.
“We need to process this.”
“Give me a copy.”
“If legally permitted.”
I looked at him.
He raised one eyebrow.
“Try threatening me.”
I almost did.
Then I heard Sophie’s words.
Choose the person.
I exhaled.
“Fine.”
Mason picked up one of the photographs.
It showed Julian meeting Daniel Ross outside a warehouse.
Another showed Evelyn getting into Julian’s car.
The dates stretched back months.
“He built a network inside your house,” Mason said.
“Why poison Sophie?”
“To stop her.”
“Then why Caleb?”
Quinn answered.
“Leverage.”
I looked at him.
“Explain.”
“If Julian’s financial scheme was about to collapse, your son getting critically ill creates chaos.”
“That’s not enough.”
“Maybe there’s more.”
My phone rang.
Nora.
I answered immediately.
“How is he?”
“Stable.”
I closed my eyes.
“Thank God.”
“But Damian, you need to come back.”
“What happened?”
“We found something else in his blood.”
My stomach tightened.
“What?”
“The toxicology wasn’t random.”
“What does that mean?”
“The compound had been mixed with a sedative.”
“Why?”
“We think the goal may have been to make him appear severely ill without immediately killing him.”
“Then why did he collapse?”
“Babies are unpredictable. Whoever did this may have miscalculated.”
Rage flooded me.
“Julian.”
“You know?”
“I found Sophie’s letter.”
Silence.
“She named him.”
Nora whispered something I had never heard from her.
A curse.
“I’m coming back.”
“Good.”
We were halfway to the hospital when Mason’s phone rang.
He listened.
“Say that again.”
His face hardened.
“What?”
“Our team found Evelyn.”
“Where?”
“Logan Airport.”
“Alive?”
“Yes.”
“Police?”
“Already there.”
“Is Julian with her?”
“No.”
“Daniel Ross?”
“No.”
“What did she say?”
Mason looked at me.
“She wants immunity.”
Quinn laughed without humor.
“Everybody wants immunity.”
“For what?”
“She says she’ll identify who ordered Caleb’s poisoning.”
I leaned forward.
“Then take us to her.”
“No,” Quinn said.
I turned.
“No?”
“You go to the hospital.”
“You’re joking.”
“No. I question suspects. You be a father.”
Normally that sentence would have started a fight.
Tonight it did not.
Sophie’s letter was still folded inside my coat.
Protect Caleb.
I sat back.
“Fine.”
Quinn looked almost disappointed.
At the hospital, I found Nora beside Caleb.
His color looked better.
That nearly broke me.
I sat beside him.
Nora handed me a cup of coffee.
“I don’t drink hospital coffee.”
“You do tonight.”
I took it.
We sat in silence.
Finally she asked, “What did Sophie say?”
I told her.
Not everything.
Enough.
When I finished, Nora’s eyes were wet.
“She knew Julian?”
“She suspected him.”
“I should have pushed harder.”
“She specifically told me not to blame you.”
Nora looked at me.
“She did?”
“Yes.”
A small, painful smile appeared.
“That sounds like Sophie.”
“You liked her.”
“I did.”
That surprised me.
“Did she know about us?”
Nora stared into her coffee.
“Yes.”
“What did she say?”
“That I was the only woman who ever made you listen.”
I almost laughed.
“She overestimated you.”
“No.”
Nora looked at me.
“She understood you better than you think.”
Caleb stirred.
His eyes opened halfway.
I stood so fast the chair nearly fell.
“Caleb?”
His gaze moved.
Unfocused.
But open.
“Hey.”
I leaned close.
“It’s Dad.”
His tiny mouth moved.
Then he started crying.
I had never heard anything so beautiful.
I laughed.
Actually laughed.
Nora smiled.
“Good sign.”
I touched his hand.
“You can scream all you want.”
He did.
For thirty seconds, the world felt possible again.
Then Nora’s pager sounded.
She checked it.
Her smile vanished.
“What?”
She looked toward the monitor.
“His heart rate is climbing again.”
The alarm began.
One nurse ran in.
Then another.
Caleb’s crying stopped.
His body arched once.
The monitor numbers changed.
Nora shoved the coffee aside.
“Damian, move.”
“What’s happening?”
“Move!”
I stepped backward.
Doctors surrounded my son.
The alarm became one continuous sound.
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And Nora shouted the words every parent fears.
“I can’t find a pulse.”
