The underground parking structure smelled like oil, wet concrete, and rust.<\/p>\n
Thomas walked on my left.<\/p>\n
Hayes stayed twenty feet behind us, visible.<\/p>\n
That was deliberate.<\/p>\n
Cole wanted to see him.<\/p>\n
The structure had been abandoned for years, but emergency lights still glowed along the walls from a generator somewhere below.<\/p>\n
Our footsteps echoed.<\/p>\n
Level one.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
Level two.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
At the ramp to level three, Thomas stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf anything goes wrong\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo speeches.\u201d<\/p>\n
His mouth closed.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
We continued.<\/p>\n
Henderson sat beneath a fluorescent work light in the center of Level Three.<\/p>\n
Hands tied.<\/p>\n
Face bruised.<\/p>\n
Blood dried beside his ear.<\/p>\n
Captain Evan Cole stood behind him.<\/p>\n
I recognized Cole immediately.<\/p>\n
Tall.<\/p>\n
Perfect posture.<\/p>\n
Police coat.<\/p>\n
No uniform beneath it.<\/p>\n
Three armed men stood farther back.<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas moved slightly in front of me.<\/p>\n
Cole noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom was listening through a concealed transmitter in my jacket.<\/p>\n
State teams were positioned behind two concrete walls.<\/p>\n
Cole could not know that.<\/p>\n
At least, we hoped.<\/p>\n
He looked at Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou became very difficult to kill.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas answered, \u201cYou never tried personally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole laughed softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think that makes me less responsible?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson lifted his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShouldn\u2019t be here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole struck the back of his chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayes stepped forward.<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s eyes moved to him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMichael.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayes stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father would hate this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
That word mattered.<\/p>\n
Hayes stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJames Hayes did not die when you were seventeen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas already seemed to know.<\/p>\n
Hayes did not.<\/p>\n
Cole continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe became useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Bishop?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe became Bishop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayes\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Robert Warren.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he failed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe tried to expose the network.\u201d<\/p>\n
That changed everything.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father was corrupt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he developed a conscience.\u201d<\/p>\n
Vale\u2019s story all over again.<\/p>\n
People entered the network for money or fear.<\/p>\n
Some later tried to escape.<\/p>\n
Cole looked at Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour investigation frightened James.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe realized Bishop wasn\u2019t a position anyone retired from.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayes asked, \u201cWho killed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s smile faded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Archivist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another piece.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is the Archivist?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole ignored him.<\/p>\n
He focused on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Samuel tell you where the fragments are?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember the bell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you know more than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cShe knows nothing useful to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was Samuel\u2019s genius. He buried instructions inside memories.\u201d<\/p>\n
He crouched in front of Henderson.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe old man believed children remember emotion better than information.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t tell him anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole struck him across the face.<\/p>\n
Thomas tensed.<\/p>\n
One gunman raised his weapon.<\/p>\n
I forced myself not to move.<\/p>\n
Cole stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst fragment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson spat blood onto the concrete.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeorge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHaven\u2019t called me that long enough to care.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHenry, then.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson\u2019s eyes sharpened.<\/p>\n
Cole knew his original name.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou spent years carrying Samuel\u2019s secrets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI carried mail.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were his courier.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou protected Rachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWatched Chloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Thomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at Dad.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised everyone.<\/p>\n
Thomas frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Samuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
Thomas stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHenderson.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElena contacted me after Colorado.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwelve years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me not to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad laughed once in disbelief.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was her specialty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew the network had compromised your channels.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo protect Rachel and Chloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom would be hearing every word.<\/p>\n
I imagined her at the command point, learning that a missing woman she barely knew had spent years watching over us.<\/p>\n
Thomas asked, \u201cDid you stay in contact?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil six years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe stopped responding.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDead?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole looked impatient.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe are not here for reunions.\u201d<\/p>\n
He raised his pistol toward Henderson.<\/p>\n
\u201cFirst fragment.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe, do you remember the marina gift shop?\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart jumped.<\/p>\n
Cole lowered the gun slightly.<\/p>\n
I remembered.<\/p>\n
After ringing the bell, Grandpa bought me a postcard with a sailboat.<\/p>\n
I had forgotten until that moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Samuel make you choose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo postcards.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne had a red boat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the other?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlue.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich did you choose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBlue.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson smiled despite the blood on his mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s your first instruction.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does blue mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He believed I was lying.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Henderson said, \u201cSamuel made the sequence so Chloe could reconstruct it, not memorize it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cColor indexing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe coordinates in the cabin aren\u2019t ordered by age.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Dad said they were.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought they were.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson said, \u201cSamuel changed everything after Elena contacted him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
This was new to him too.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first fragment,\u201d he repeated.<\/p>\n
Henderson looked almost amused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what you\u2019re looking for.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s patience broke.<\/p>\n
He pressed the pistol against Henderson\u2019s temple.<\/p>\n
I stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s better.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cI\u2019ll help.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d Thomas said.<\/p>\n
I pulled free.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen untie him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou need my memories.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can ask while he dies.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could.\u201d<\/p>\n
I forced my voice steady.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut if he dies, you lose the only person who can tell you whether my answers are right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole stared.<\/p>\n
That was a bluff.<\/p>\n
Mostly.<\/p>\n
Henderson played along immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s correct.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two rehearsed this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s just smarter than you expected.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole struck him again.<\/p>\n
But he did not shoot.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
I said, \u201cUntie one hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas whispered, \u201cChloe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ignored him.<\/p>\n
Cole considered.<\/p>\n
Then nodded to one guard.<\/p>\n
The guard cut Henderson\u2019s right wrist free.<\/p>\n
Henderson rubbed circulation back into his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Lake Geneva.<\/p>\n
Grandpa.<\/p>\n
Bell.<\/p>\n
Postcards.<\/p>\n
Blue boat.<\/p>\n
What happened next?<\/p>\n
We ate ice cream.<\/p>\n
Grandpa gave me a quarter for a machine near the dock.<\/p>\n
A souvenir machine.<\/p>\n
Pressed metal tokens.<\/p>\n
I remembered one.<\/p>\n
A lighthouse.<\/p>\n
\u201cI got a token.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat symbol?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLighthouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole said, \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson asked, \u201cWhat did Samuel say?\u201d<\/p>\n
The memory came slowly.<\/p>\n
Light shows you where rocks are.<\/p>\n
I repeated it.<\/p>\n
Thomas inhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cRock Island.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayes looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCoordinates.\u201d<\/p>\n
One of the yearly coordinate sets pointed near Rock Island.<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s smile vanished.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel knew Thomas would jump to coordinates.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked irritated.<\/p>\n
Apparently Grandpa had planned for everyone\u2019s habits.<\/p>\n
I tried again.<\/p>\n
Lighthouse.<\/p>\n
Rocks.<\/p>\n
Light.<\/p>\n
What else?<\/p>\n
Grandpa asked me what lighthouses do.<\/p>\n
I said they help boats find home.<\/p>\n
Home.<\/p>\n
I opened my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe first location isn\u2019t one of the cabin coordinates.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHome.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom\u2019s apartment?<\/p>\n
Grandpa\u2019s apartment?<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s old house?<\/p>\n
I looked at Henderson.<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa\u2019s home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
There had been two.<\/p>\n
The apartment he left Mom.<\/p>\n
And the house where Mom grew up, sold years earlier.<\/p>\n
I remembered something else.<\/p>\n
Grandpa always called the old house home even after moving.<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cOak Park.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mom had mentioned it once.<\/p>\n
The family house in Oak Park.<\/p>\n
Sold twelve years ago.<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou searched it?\u201d<\/p>\n
He asked Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel hid something in a house he didn\u2019t own?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson said, \u201cHe hid something before the sale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cChloe can answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered the lighthouse token.<\/p>\n
Grandpa had put it in my pocket.<\/p>\n
Later that day, he drew a little X on it with a marker.<\/p>\n
I asked why.<\/p>\n
He said every treasure needs a map.<\/p>\n
\u201cBasement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
I squeezed my eyes shut.<\/p>\n
Old photographs of the house.<\/p>\n
Basement stairs.<\/p>\n
Grandpa\u2019s workshop.<\/p>\n
A wall painted gray.<\/p>\n
A small nautical plaque.<\/p>\n
Lighthouse.<\/p>\n
\u201cBehind the workshop sign.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
Finally.<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at Henderson.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that right?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson said nothing.<\/p>\n
Cole raised the pistol again.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then at Cole.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re hunting the wrong person.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel never made Chloe the final key.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
Thomas stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson kept his eyes on Cole.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was camouflage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is the key?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Even the guards looked confused.<\/p>\n
Cole laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat makes no sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does if you understand Samuel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew Bishop would eventually come personally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the final fragment isn\u2019t hidden somewhere you can find.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson\u2019s voice became calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cInside Bishop\u2019s own succession file.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole went still.<\/p>\n
Hayes understood first.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe network has been carrying Samuel\u2019s fragment for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cElena inserted it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat fragment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe identity of the Archivist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s composure vanished.<\/p>\n
He stepped backward.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou became Bishop when James Hayes died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour succession packet contained instructions, account keys, leverage lists.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd one file Elena added.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole turned toward one of his men.<\/p>\n
\u201cGet the drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat drive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe black drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was all Hayes needed.<\/p>\n
Evidence.<\/p>\n
Confirmation.<\/p>\n
Cole had the succession archive with him.<\/p>\n
Henderson had forced him to reveal it.<\/p>\n
Hayes touched the transmitter at his wrist.<\/p>\n
That was the signal.<\/p>\n
State police breached from both ramps at once.<\/p>\n
Shouting.<\/p>\n
Weapons.<\/p>\n
Cole spun toward me.<\/p>\n
Thomas moved faster.<\/p>\n
He tackled me behind a concrete column as a shot cracked through the garage.<\/p>\n
Hayes fired once.<\/p>\n
Another weapon discharged.<\/p>\n
Then everything became noise.<\/p>\n
I covered my head.<\/p>\n
Thomas covered me with his body.<\/p>\n
For thirteen years, he had stayed away because he believed distance protected me.<\/p>\n
Now bullets struck concrete while he held me beneath him.<\/p>\n
The irony would have been funny somewhere else.<\/p>\n
Someone screamed.<\/p>\n
Then Hayes shouted.<\/p>\n
\u201cClear!\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas lifted his head.<\/p>\n
Cole lay beside Henderson\u2019s chair.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
Blood spreading from his shoulder.<\/p>\n
His gun several feet away.<\/p>\n
State officers restrained him.<\/p>\n
One guard had surrendered.<\/p>\n
Another was wounded.<\/p>\n
The third lay face-down with hands cuffed.<\/p>\n
Hayes retrieved a small black drive from Cole\u2019s coat.<\/p>\n
Henderson laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s your ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas helped me stand.<\/p>\n
My knees shook.<\/p>\n
Henderson looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did well.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to hug him.<\/p>\n
Instead I said, \u201cYou scared me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou could\u2019ve told us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at Henderson.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Elena inserted the Archivist\u2019s identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw the file.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole laughed from the floor.<\/p>\n
Every face turned toward him.<\/p>\n
Blood stained his shirt.<\/p>\n
He looked almost relieved.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou still don\u2019t understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayes crouched.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole smiled at Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cBishop was never the dangerous part.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
Cole continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Archivist built Bishop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvery Bishop. Every successor. Every scandal. Every secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hayes held up the black drive.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the name is here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s smile widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Henderson went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole looked toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI destroyed the name years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas said, \u201cYou couldn\u2019t. Elena encoded it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole\u2019s eyes moved to my father.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she encoded it somewhere none of you would destroy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole looked at Mom\u2019s listening transmitter, as though he knew she was hearing.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Archivist\u2019s identity is hidden inside the one record Rachel Bennett has protected for thirteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat record?\u201d<\/p>\n
Cole smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas\u2019s death certificate.\u201d<\/p>\n
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