Everything inside me went silent.<\/p>\n
Walter stood in the doorway.<\/p>\n
Not Walter as I had imagined him from photographs.<\/p>\n
Not a stroke-damaged old man.<\/p>\n
Not a corpse at Richard\u2019s farmhouse.<\/p>\n
This Walter stood straight.<\/p>\n
Older, yes.<\/p>\n
But alert.<\/p>\n
Controlled.<\/p>\n
His eyes moved from Owen to me.<\/p>\n
Then to Mara.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice was almost pleasant.<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily reunion.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara made a sound behind the tape.<\/p>\n
Pure hatred.<\/p>\n
Owen raised his gun.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still think that scares me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never could hold your hands steady when you were angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen\u2019s wrist tightened.<\/p>\n
I stared between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho died at the farmhouse?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer it.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ignored me.<\/p>\n
His gaze shifted to the canvas bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped in front of it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was the body?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI saw Thomas afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s smile widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
A chill moved through me.<\/p>\n
Impossible.<\/p>\n
Thomas had driven with us.<\/p>\n
Spoken to Claire.<\/p>\n
Been at Mara\u2019s house.<\/p>\n
Unless\u2014<\/p>\n
Mara started struggling violently.<\/p>\n
I moved toward her.<\/p>\n
Walter raised the pistol.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
Owen whispered, \u201cHe\u2019s lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter looked amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cAm I?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrequently. Not always.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Owen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is happening?\u201d<\/p>\n
He swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe body at the farmhouse was not Walter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wasn\u2019t Thomas either.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s smile disappeared.<\/p>\n
Owen continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was a man named Samuel Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnother former Mercer employee.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter looked at him sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou learned that quickly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice identification came back fifteen minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief hit me strangely.<\/p>\n
Thomas was alive.<\/p>\n
At least probably.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why say Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo see which of you knew more.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was testing us.<\/p>\n
Even now.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had a stroke.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were in assisted living.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsing your identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He tilted his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve met him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
I thought of the photographs.<\/p>\n
The repair shop.<\/p>\n
The man Richard had marked Confirmed alive.<\/p>\n
What if Richard had misidentified him too?<\/p>\n
Mara struggled again.<\/p>\n
Owen crossed toward her.<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s gun tracked him.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet me remove the tape.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe needs to breathe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s breathing.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you shoot him, you risk hitting me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s eyes settled on mine.<\/p>\n
For the first time, something like recognition appeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do look like Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone keeps saying that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt annoyed her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth twitched.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have her temper too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you already know I\u2019m not giving you anything until she can speak.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter studied me.<\/p>\n
Then nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne strip.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen removed the tape from Mara\u2019s mouth.<\/p>\n
She gasped.<\/p>\n
Then immediately said, \u201cThat isn\u2019t Walter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room froze.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
The man in the doorway did not move.<\/p>\n
Mara\u2019s eyes never left him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not Walter Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse hammered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis name is Elias Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen swore.<\/p>\n
The man\u2019s pleasant expression disappeared.<\/p>\n
Mara continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel\u2019s brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
The body at the farmhouse.<\/p>\n
Samuel Voss.<\/p>\n
The man holding the gun was his brother.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used Walter\u2019s identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUseful identities are wasted on dead men.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara snapped, \u201cWalter is not dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything changed again.<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know where he is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you know he\u2019s alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard told me three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
Richard again.<\/p>\n
Elias laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard told everyone different truths.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen kept his gun trained on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut yours down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias ignored him.<\/p>\n
I looked at Mara.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Richard think this man was Walter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew Elias had used Walter\u2019s name before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the photograph on his wall\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard used labels to mislead anyone who found the archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room seemed to shift beneath me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe archive was intentionally false?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich parts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything that would identify Walter\u2019s true location.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed from exhaustion.<\/p>\n
Even Richard\u2019s secret truth-room contained lies.<\/p>\n
Elias stepped inside and closed the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough family history.\u201d<\/p>\n
His gun pointed toward the canvas bag.<\/p>\n
\u201cLedger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think you have leverage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMara is not useful enough to kill.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou always did underestimate women.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias glanced at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat line sounds better when you aren\u2019t tied to a chair.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen shifted.<\/p>\n
Elias immediately pointed the gun at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou, however, are expendable.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Owen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe still hasn\u2019t told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTold me what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPretty sure \u2018here\u2019 is the time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cOwen is Walter\u2019s son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Bennett\u2019s nephew.<\/p>\n
Laura\u2019s son.<\/p>\n
Walter\u2019s son.<\/p>\n
I stared at Owen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother was Laura Price.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd your father\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cBennett didn\u2019t know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course Richard knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Laura?\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gave birth to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was not what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew who he really was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell Bennett?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShame. Fear. Pick one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias shifted impatiently.<\/p>\n
\u201cLedger.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOwen, why were you searching Richard\u2019s files?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo find my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause my mother died believing Richard covered up her accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett\u2019s sister.<\/p>\n
Laura.<\/p>\n
The crash near Daniel\u2019s old cabin.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen looked at Elias.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara whispered, \u201cI knew it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias said nothing.<\/p>\n
Owen continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cLaura found out Walter was using Elias and Samuel to keep the trafficking operation running after the original company collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter everyone thought it stopped?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe confronted Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPromised to investigate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard always promised investigation instead of action.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree weeks later Laura\u2019s car went off the road.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElias?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think one of the Voss brothers caused it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elias\u2019s face remained unreadable.<\/p>\n
\u201cThink carefully before you accuse people.\u201d<\/p>\n
Owen raised the gun higher.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
A siren sounded faintly outside.<\/p>\n
Everyone froze.<\/p>\n
Elias looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought police.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYet.\u201d<\/p>\n
His attention shifted toward the window.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Owen lunged.<\/p>\n
The gunshot exploded in the room.<\/p>\n
Mara screamed.<\/p>\n
I dropped.<\/p>\n
Owen hit Elias at the waist.<\/p>\n
Both men crashed into the wall.<\/p>\n
The pistol skidded beneath the hospital bed.<\/p>\n
I crawled toward Mara.<\/p>\n
Owen and Elias fought brutally.<\/p>\n
No finesse.<\/p>\n
Elbows.<\/p>\n
Hands.<\/p>\n
Desperation.<\/p>\n
I reached Mara and worked at the knots around her wrists.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna, the bag.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not let him get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Even then, she almost made me laugh.<\/p>\n
The knot loosened.<\/p>\n
Behind me, Owen cried out.<\/p>\n
Elias had him pinned.<\/p>\n
I grabbed the nearest object.<\/p>\n
Metal bed rail.<\/p>\n
Swung.<\/p>\n
It struck Elias across the shoulder.<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
I hit him again.<\/p>\n
He staggered.<\/p>\n
Owen drove him backward into the wall.<\/p>\n
I pulled Mara free.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you walk?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen move.\u201d<\/p>\n
We ran into the hallway.<\/p>\n
A second gunshot sounded behind us.<\/p>\n
I nearly turned back.<\/p>\n
Mara grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOwen\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe chose to stay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may be hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo may you if we go back.\u201d<\/p>\n
We reached the stairwell.<\/p>\n
Footsteps thundered upward from below.<\/p>\n
Police.<\/p>\n
Plainclothes officers appeared with weapons drawn.<\/p>\n
I raised my hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cThird floor. Room 318. Two men. Armed.\u201d<\/p>\n
They passed us.<\/p>\n
Mara and I continued down.<\/p>\n
Halfway to the second floor, she stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy bag.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have a bag.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something there.\u201d<\/p>\n
My patience snapped.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan everyone stop hiding one more thing for five minutes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really are mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost cried.<\/p>\n
Instead I said, \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard gave me a sealed packet three years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat packet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you give it to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I refused to meet you until he told you I was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he never did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We reached the first floor.<\/p>\n
Police escorted us outside.<\/p>\n
Bennett ran toward us.<\/p>\n
He stopped when he saw Mara.<\/p>\n
For a moment, he looked like he had seen a ghost.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cBennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI remember you being twenty and obnoxious.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed once, then covered his face.<\/p>\n
I watched them.<\/p>\n
Another entire history existed among these people.<\/p>\n
One in which my mother had not been dead.<\/p>\n
One in which Richard had held every thread and somehow still failed to weave them back together.<\/p>\n
Thomas approached from behind the police line.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
I had never been so relieved to see someone I still did not trust.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElias?\u201d<\/p>\n
I pointed toward the building.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew both Voss brothers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice confirmed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho killed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably Elias.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel had started talking to Richard.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe continuation operation after the company collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrafficking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at Mara.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bennett joined us.<\/p>\n
\u201cOwen?\u201d<\/p>\n
An officer came through the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlive. Gunshot wound to the shoulder.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief moved across Bennett\u2019s face so quickly he could not hide it.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Elias?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn custody.\u201d<\/p>\n
I exhaled.<\/p>\n
For once, someone dangerous had not escaped.<\/p>\n
Mara leaned against the ambulance.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me about Walter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if Elias was willing to come himself, Walter\u2019s location matters more than I thought.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cYou know where he is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Richard did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mara looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Walter had been living under another identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo protect me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Mara touched my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI argued with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let him decide for both of us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause every time I tried to come back into your life, Walter or someone connected to him surfaced.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you stayed away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor thirty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to scream.<\/p>\n
I wanted to embrace her.<\/p>\n
Both feelings were equally strong.<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Bennett had recovered the canvas bag during the police search.<\/p>\n
The tracker remained inside.<\/p>\n
The fake ledger intact.<\/p>\n
The decoy blue folder intact.<\/p>\n
Elias had never taken them.<\/p>\n
But one officer handed me another object recovered from Elias\u2019s coat.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
Recent.<\/p>\n
Richard.<\/p>\n
Mara.<\/p>\n
And a third man.<\/p>\n
Taken only three years earlier.<\/p>\n
I recognized the location.<\/p>\n
Richard\u2019s garden.<\/p>\n
The same place Emily planted herbs.<\/p>\n
The man between Richard and Mara was smiling.<\/p>\n
Gray-haired.<\/p>\n
Lean.<\/p>\n
A face I knew.<\/p>\n
Not from the old photographs.<\/p>\n
From the last two days.<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
I looked up at him.<\/p>\n
His face went still.<\/p>\n
Mara whispered, \u201cThat is not Thomas Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Thomas did not move.<\/p>\n
My mother continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas died nine years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man we had trusted, questioned, followed, and allowed near Emily slowly raised his hands.<\/p>\n
Bennett whispered, \u201cWho the hell are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then Mara.<\/p>\n
And answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter Grant.\u201d<\/p>\n
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