Chapter 4 - THE SIGNATURE ON THE EVIDENCE FORM
My mother stared at the form.
“I didn't sign that.”
Adrian held it toward her.
“That's your signature.”
“No.”
“You're certain?”
“Yes.”
I watched her face.
She looked terrified.
But I couldn't tell whether she was afraid of the jacket or the person who had taken it.
My father stepped between us.
“This is becoming ridiculous.”
Adrian didn't even look at him.
“Your wife's signature was used to remove classified evidence from a federal-protected medical area.”
My father stopped.
“Then find out who forged it.”
“We intend to.”
The security officer added something.
“The jacket was collected by someone using a hospital administrator's credentials.”
“Name?”
“Eleanor Price.”
My mother gasped.
I recognized the name.
Our family's longtime estate manager.
She had worked for my father for eighteen years.
She had been at every birthday.
Every Christmas.
Every major family event.
My mother looked at me.
“Eleanor wouldn't do this.”
Adrian asked:
“Would she?”
My mother didn't answer.
That was enough.
We found Eleanor two floors below.
She wasn't running.
She was sitting in a private consultation room with the jacket on the table.
My jacket.
The one I'd worn home.
The one that had nearly killed me because I refused to remove it.
Eleanor looked at me.
Her face crumpled.
“Mara.”
I stared at her.
“Why did you take it?”
She looked at my mother.
Then my father.
Then me.
“I was trying to protect you.”
I almost laughed.
“Everyone keeps saying that.”
She flinched.
Adrian opened the jacket lining.
The reinforced seam had been cut.
The metal tag was gone.
My heart sank.
“What was on it?”
Eleanor didn't answer.
Adrian did.
“A data wafer.”
I stared.
“What data?”
“Your father called it the insurance policy.”
My father stepped forward.
“You're not authorized to discuss that.”
Adrian turned.
“I don't work for you.”
Eleanor began crying.
“I didn't know what was on it.”
“Then why take it?”
“Because someone ordered me to.”
“Who?”
She shook her head.
“Eleanor.”
My voice was quiet.
She looked at me.
“Who?”
She finally whispered:
“Your mother.”
My mother closed her eyes.
“I never ordered you to take anything.”
Eleanor shook her head.
“You told me three years ago that if Mara ever came home wearing that jacket, I had to get the tag before anyone else did.”
My mother stared at her.
“I said that?”
“Yes.”
My mother looked confused.
Then she sat down.
“I don't remember.”
Adrian exchanged a look with me.
“Could be medication,” he said.
My mother snapped toward him.
“I am not senile.”
“I didn't say you were.”
“You implied it.”
I stepped between them.
“Enough.”
My mother looked at me.
“I remember the jacket.”
Her voice became softer.
“Your father showed it to me three years ago.”
“What did he say?”
“He said something was hidden inside.”
“Why didn't you tell me?”
“Because he made me promise.”
Again.
Promises.
Secrets.
Protection.
And now a missing data wafer.
Adrian took the metal tag from evidence.
It had been found in Eleanor's pocket.
“Your father believed someone inside Bennett Meridian was leaking information.”
My father finally spoke.
“He was right.”
I looked at him.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“Who?”
He hesitated.
“Your father never proved it.”
Adrian corrected him.
“Your father knew.”
My father looked at him sharply.
“How?”
“Because the wafer contains transaction logs.”
My stomach tightened.
“Transaction logs?”
“Payments made through Bennett Meridian.”
“To whom?”
“Private contractors.”
My father looked away.
Then I saw something I had missed.
His wedding ring.
He kept touching it.
Not unconsciously.
Deliberately.
I remembered Dad once telling me:
People touch the thing they want to hide.
I stared at my father's ring.
“Take it off.”
He looked at me.
“What?”
“Your ring.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because it's mine.”
Adrian stepped closer.
“Sir.”
My father reluctantly removed it.
Adrian examined the inside.
There was an engraving.
A sequence of numbers.
I recognized the first four.
The same number from Dad's old records room.
My father saw my face.
He knew.
“What does it open?”
He didn't answer.
Adrian looked at him.
“Mr. Bennett.”
My father finally said:
“Nothing.”
Then the hospital alarm sounded.
A security officer ran into the room.
“Agent Cole.”
“What happened?”
“The private records vault was breached.”
Adrian's face hardened.
“What was taken?”
“One item.”
He looked at me.
“Your father's original medical file.”
My mother whispered:
“Why would anyone want that?”
Adrian looked at the wedding necklace.
Then the missing data wafer.
Then my father's ring.
“Because your father wasn't just sick before he died.”
He turned toward my father.
“He was poisoned.”
The room went silent.
My father shook his head.
“No.”
Adrian continued.
“Your father's official death certificate says natural cardiac failure.”
My mother stood.
“He had a heart condition.”
“Yes.”
“But toxicology was never completed.”
My father looked at her.
“Because there was no reason.”
Adrian held up the stolen medical file's duplicate.
“There is now.”
I stared at my parents.
My mother looked devastated.
My father looked furious.
Then Adrian said the sentence that changed the entire case.
“Someone didn't just want Bennett Meridian.”
He pointed toward the wedding preparations.
“They wanted whatever your father knew before he died.”
Jessica suddenly spoke.
“What if the wedding was the reason?”
Everyone turned toward her.
She looked frightened.
“I got an email last week.”
“What email?” I asked.
She pulled out her phone.
“It was from an address I didn't recognize.”
“What did it say?”
She opened it.
The message contained one sentence.
Wear your grandmother's necklace, and your sister will come home.
I stared at her.
Jessica began crying.
“I thought it was a joke.”
I looked at the necklace.
Then at my mother.
Then at my father.
The wedding had not brought me home by accident.
Someone had designed it.
Someone had wanted me there.
And someone had known exactly which family heirloom would bring me close enough to find the truth.
Adrian took Jessica's phone.
“Who sent this?”
She shook her head.
“I don't know.”
He examined the address.
Then his face changed.
“This domain belongs to Bennett Meridian.”
My father went pale.
“That account was closed five years ago.”
Adrian looked at him.
“Apparently not.”
Then Jessica's phone received another message.
This one contained a photograph.
My family home.
Taken that morning.
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And beneath it:
THE BRIDE IS SAFE. MARA IS NEXT.
