We left Noah's house before sunrise.<\/p>\n
Not because Samuel told us to.<\/p>\n
Because Marcus confirmed the tracking component.<\/p>\n
It was small, hidden inside the old recorder's battery compartment, modern enough that it could not possibly have been placed there by my father.<\/p>\n
Someone had opened the case after Dad's death.<\/p>\n
Someone had modified the recorder.<\/p>\n
Whether that person was Evan, Samuel or another member of the network remained unclear.<\/p>\n
Noah hated unclear variables.<\/p>\n
He hated them even more when they involved family.<\/p>\n
We split into three vehicles and drove to a secure property Julian's firm used for sensitive clients. Police escorts accompanied us part of the way, then peeled off to avoid advertising our destination.<\/p>\n
Thomas came with us.<\/p>\n
That decision belonged to me.<\/p>\n
Leo objected quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's hidden things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo have all of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That ended the argument.<\/p>\n
Thomas rode in my car beside Caleb. He spent most of the journey staring through the window.<\/p>\n
Eventually I asked, \u201cDid Mom ever contact you after Dad died?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow often?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree times in fifteen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's all?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cOnce six months after Richard died. Once shortly before she sold the remaining Sterling companies. And once two weeks before her own death.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb turned from the passenger seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew she was dying.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas nodded.<\/p>\n
Cancer had moved quickly at the end.<\/p>\n
By the time the doctors admitted there was nothing more to do, Mom had already organized her funeral, rewritten portions of her will and made each of us promise not to put our lives on hold because of her.<\/p>\n
I had thought she was merely practical.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered how much else she had been arranging.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say during that last call?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Thomas stared at his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me she'd moved Richard's insurance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInsurance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's what she called the evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn't tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she mention Blue Sparrow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cColton?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My body tensed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said Colton had started asking questions about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb shifted sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cFlora?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did the calculation.<\/p>\n
I had been married to Isaac for about a year.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of questions?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhether your marriage was stable. Whether you intended to have children. Whether you controlled your inheritance personally.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Colton hadn't lost interest after Isaac married me.<\/p>\n
He had been monitoring what marriage gave the Vances access to.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom know Isaac was involved?\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas looked toward the highway.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could tell from his voice that he was withholding something.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you lie to me again, you leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb said nothing.<\/p>\n
He didn't need to.<\/p>\n
Thomas understood the seriousness of the boundary.<\/p>\n
Finally he said, \u201cEleanor didn't trust Isaac.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had him investigated.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger returned so quickly it almost felt physical.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone investigated my husband except me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found financial connections between Arthur and Colton, but nothing tying Isaac directly to them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo she let me marry him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe begged you to delay the wedding.\u201d<\/p>\n
Memory struck.<\/p>\n
Mom had asked whether we were moving too fast.<\/p>\n
I had accused her of treating me like a child.<\/p>\n
Isaac had comforted me afterward.<\/p>\n
He had told me families sometimes resisted outsiders because they feared losing control.<\/p>\n
I had believed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew how to use every concern against the person raising it,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Caleb turned slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was his gift.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my brother.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou saw it too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAll of us did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut none of you could prove it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb's face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you loved him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Past tense.<\/p>\n
The word hurt less than I expected.<\/p>\n
At the safe property, Marcus had already created a timeline across an entire wall.<\/p>\n
Dad's discovery.<\/p>\n
Mom's coerced cooperation.<\/p>\n
Caleb's childhood abduction.<\/p>\n
Dad's investigation.<\/p>\n
His death.<\/p>\n
Thomas's disappearance.<\/p>\n
The sale of Sterling businesses.<\/p>\n
My marriage to Isaac.<\/p>\n
Mom's death.<\/p>\n
Arthur's increasing financial pressure.<\/p>\n
Isaac's attempts to secure my inheritance.<\/p>\n
The birthday party.<\/p>\n
Evan's intrusion.<\/p>\n
Samuel's disappearance.<\/p>\n
When displayed in sequence, the events looked less like separate tragedies and more like one long campaign.<\/p>\n
Noah stood before the timeline.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey didn't improvise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey adapted.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus added another line.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Flora became important after the Sterling companies were sold.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your inheritance retained ownership of specific legacy assets.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat assets?\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's what we need to determine.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father's estate had been enormous once. By the time everything was divided, sold, taxed and reorganized, each of us inherited different portions.<\/p>\n
My brothers received direct ownership in companies and investment trusts.<\/p>\n
I received what Mom called the quiet assets.<\/p>\n
Land.<\/p>\n
Older holdings.<\/p>\n
Minority interests.<\/p>\n
Royalties.<\/p>\n
Long-term securities.<\/p>\n
Isaac used to mock them.<\/p>\n
Paper antiques, he called them.<\/p>\n
Julian suddenly looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still have Mom's estate documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
My house with Isaac.<\/p>\n
Noah immediately said, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAttorneys can retrieve them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey don't know where I keep everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can tell them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFlora.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother may have left something specifically for me. If she hid evidence, I'm the person most likely to recognize it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leo leaned against the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has a point.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah looked betrayed.<\/p>\n
Leo shrugged.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't say I liked it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Within an hour, arrangements were made.<\/p>\n
Police confirmed Isaac remained in custody pending an initial hearing. The property had been secured after investigators collected evidence from the night before.<\/p>\n
We would not go alone.<\/p>\n
Noah still looked unhappy when we pulled through the gates.<\/p>\n
I understood why.<\/p>\n
The house had been my prison long before I knew it.<\/p>\n
In daylight, it looked painfully normal.<\/p>\n
White stone.<\/p>\n
Trim hedges.<\/p>\n
Tall windows.<\/p>\n
The upstairs curtains I had chosen.<\/p>\n
Someone had repaired a flower bed near the driveway where one of the police vehicles had damaged the border the night before.<\/p>\n
I wondered who had bothered.<\/p>\n
Inside, the silence felt intimate.<\/p>\n
Isaac's coat hung beside the door.<\/p>\n
His shoes remained beneath the console table.<\/p>\n
A half-read newspaper lay folded beside his chair.<\/p>\n
It was the ordinary evidence of a life that had ended without knowing it was ending.<\/p>\n
I stood in the foyer.<\/p>\n
Caleb touched my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
A better answer than pretending.<\/p>\n
We went upstairs.<\/p>\n
I kept Mom's estate records in a cedar cabinet in my dressing room because Isaac disliked the smell and almost never opened it.<\/p>\n
The cabinet was locked.<\/p>\n
My key was still taped beneath the lowest drawer where I had hidden it years earlier.<\/p>\n
Inside were document boxes, old photographs, jewelry appraisals and several letters.<\/p>\n
Nothing obviously unusual.<\/p>\n
Marcus began cataloging everything.<\/p>\n
Julian opened the estate files.<\/p>\n
Leo checked the bedroom.<\/p>\n
Noah stayed near the doorway.<\/p>\n
I found the original inventory Mom had created.<\/p>\n
Quiet assets.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Two parcels of land.<\/p>\n
Several licensing rights.<\/p>\n
A twelve-percent interest in a manufacturing company.<\/p>\n
A collection of antique bonds.<\/p>\n
Then one entry I had never understood.<\/p>\n
Sterling Historical Repository \u2014 beneficiary access only.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked over.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've never seen that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither had Marcus.<\/p>\n
Noah took the document.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo address.\u201d<\/p>\n
Only an account designation.<\/p>\n
BS-0417.<\/p>\n
Blue Sparrow.<\/p>\n
April seventeenth.<\/p>\n
My pulse accelerated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus photographed the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould be.\u201d<\/p>\n
I searched the box.<\/p>\n
No corresponding deed.<\/p>\n
No key.<\/p>\n
No instructions.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered the brass key from Dad's case.<\/p>\n
I took it from my pocket.<\/p>\n
The number engraved near its base was almost too small to see.<\/p>\n
417.<\/p>\n
Caleb whispered, \u201cDefinitely it.\u201d<\/p>\n
But the location remained missing.<\/p>\n
We searched every page.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Leo, meanwhile, had moved to the wardrobe.<\/p>\n
\u201cFlora.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something in his voice made me turn.<\/p>\n
He was holding one of Isaac's jackets.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Isaac wear this often?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Leo reached into an inner pocket.<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
He removed a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n
It was a photocopy of my mother's estate inventory.<\/p>\n
The same line had been circled.<\/p>\n
Sterling Historical Repository.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
Isaac already knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long has that jacket been here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMonths.\u201d<\/p>\n
The paper was creased and worn.<\/p>\n
Marcus photographed it.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the birthday transfer documents weren't just about Flora's assets generally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted this specific asset,\u201d Julian said.<\/p>\n
Noah's jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he couldn't access it without her signature.\u201d<\/p>\n
That explained the escalating pressure.<\/p>\n
The affair might have been real.<\/p>\n
But the humiliation surrounding it had also served another purpose.<\/p>\n
Make me unstable.<\/p>\n
Make me desperate.<\/p>\n
Make me sign.<\/p>\n
Leo searched the remaining pockets.<\/p>\n
Empty.<\/p>\n
Then Caleb noticed something under the wardrobe.<\/p>\n
\u201cA phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
It wasn't mine.<\/p>\n
Not Isaac's normal phone either.<\/p>\n
A cheap prepaid device.<\/p>\n
Marcus put on gloves before touching it.<\/p>\n
Battery nearly dead.<\/p>\n
No lock screen password.<\/p>\n
Three contacts.<\/p>\n
A.<\/p>\n
C.<\/p>\n
S.<\/p>\n
The message history had been mostly deleted.<\/p>\n
One conversation remained.<\/p>\n
C.<\/p>\n
Marcus opened it.<\/p>\n
The most recent message had been sent the morning of my birthday.<\/p>\n
SHE STILL WON'T SIGN.<\/p>\n
The response came seconds later.<\/p>\n
THEN GIVE HER A REASON SHE CAN'T AFFORD TO REFUSE.<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
Isaac replied:<\/p>\n
PUBLIC?<\/p>\n
C answered:<\/p>\n
BREAK HER FIRST. PAPER AFTER.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Proof that the party had never spiraled out of control.<\/p>\n
The humiliation had been planned.<\/p>\n
Maybe Isaac hadn't planned every strike.<\/p>\n
Maybe Wendy hadn't known every detail.<\/p>\n
But someone had ordered him to break me publicly before forcing me to surrender the asset.<\/p>\n
\u201cC,\u201d Caleb whispered. \u201cColton?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus didn't answer.<\/p>\n
Another message appeared farther up.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Taken shortly before she died.<\/p>\n
She was leaving a building I recognized.<\/p>\n
Our childhood home.<\/p>\n
Not the house we had lived in during her final years.<\/p>\n
The older Sterling house where Dad had raised us.<\/p>\n
A property we had sold after Mom died.<\/p>\n
Or thought we had.<\/p>\n
Beneath the photo, C had written:<\/p>\n
SHE MOVED IT.<\/p>\n
Isaac replied:<\/p>\n
WHERE?<\/p>\n
C:<\/p>\n
OLD HOUSE. FIND THE ROOM.<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat room?\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
Then a memory surfaced.<\/p>\n
My mother standing in the upstairs hallway of our childhood home.<\/p>\n
A door painted the same color as the wall.<\/p>\n
She had always kept it locked.<\/p>\n
We called it the linen room.<\/p>\n
But I remembered something strange.<\/p>\n
There had never been linens inside.<\/p>\n
Only shelves.<\/p>\n
And one blue wooden bird hanging above the frame.<\/p>\n
I looked at my brothers.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe upstairs storage room.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb's eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe one Mom never let us use?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marcus was already searching property records.<\/p>\n
Then his hands stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He rotated the screen.<\/p>\n
The childhood home had not actually been sold.<\/p>\n
Ownership had moved into a holding company.<\/p>\n
One of my holding companies.<\/p>\n
A quiet asset.<\/p>\n
I owned it.<\/p>\n
All these years, without understanding what sat beneath the paperwork.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe're going,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Noah objected immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe secure it first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFine.\u201d<\/p>\n
This time I agreed.<\/p>\n
Police reached the property ahead of us.<\/p>\n
From the street, the Sterling house looked abandoned.<\/p>\n
Shutters closed.<\/p>\n
Garden overgrown.<\/p>\n
Paint peeling around the porch.<\/p>\n
I hadn't stood there since my mother's funeral.<\/p>\n
Seeing it again felt like walking into a memory that had been left outside in the weather.<\/p>\n
An officer met us at the gate.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo sign of forced entry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah looked relieved.<\/p>\n
Only briefly.<\/p>\n
The officer continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the rear kitchen door was unlocked.\u201d<\/p>\n
We entered behind police.<\/p>\n
Dust covered the floor.<\/p>\n
Furniture remained beneath white sheets.<\/p>\n
My footsteps echoed through rooms where I had once run barefoot.<\/p>\n
I could almost hear my mother's voice calling us to dinner.<\/p>\n
Leo passed the mark on the wall where she had measured our heights.<\/p>\n
His fingers brushed Caleb's childhood line.<\/p>\n
None of us spoke.<\/p>\n
We climbed upstairs.<\/p>\n
The hallway was exactly as I remembered it.<\/p>\n
At the far end stood the narrow door.<\/p>\n
Same paint.<\/p>\n
Same brass handle.<\/p>\n
The blue bird was gone.<\/p>\n
I inserted Dad's key.<\/p>\n
It fit.<\/p>\n
Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cReady?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned it anyway.<\/p>\n
The lock opened.<\/p>\n
Inside, the room was empty except for a built-in cabinet.<\/p>\n
A blue sparrow had been painted across its doors.<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
I crossed the room.<\/p>\n
The cabinet opened with the same key.<\/p>\n
Inside sat a metal document box.<\/p>\n
We had found it.<\/p>\n
For one perfect second, relief passed through me.<\/p>\n
Then Marcus pointed downward.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't touch it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dust covered the shelf.<\/p>\n
Except around the box.<\/p>\n
Someone had moved it recently.<\/p>\n
Very recently.<\/p>\n
Caleb turned toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
A floorboard creaked downstairs.<\/p>\n
Every officer in the room reacted.<\/p>\n
Weapons drawn.<\/p>\n
Noah pushed me behind him.<\/p>\n
Footsteps sounded on the staircase.<\/p>\n
Slow.<\/p>\n
Unhurried.<\/p>\n
Whoever was coming knew we were there.<\/p>\n
A figure appeared at the end of the hallway.<\/p>\n
Silver hair.<\/p>\n
Expensive dark coat.<\/p>\n
No fear.<\/p>\n
I recognized him from the photographs.<\/p>\n
Richard Colton.<\/p>\n
The man my father had named.<\/p>\n
The man who had threatened my mother.<\/p>\n
The man tied to my father's death.<\/p>\n
He looked at the six of us as if arriving for a scheduled meeting.<\/p>\n
Then his gaze settled on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cFlora.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah moved forward.<\/p>\n
Colton raised both empty hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI came unarmed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Police surrounded him.<\/p>\n
He didn't seem concerned.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou murdered my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression barely changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had him poisoned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan Holt says\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvan Holt lies whenever breathing becomes inconvenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou threatened my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
That produced something.<\/p>\n
Not guilt.<\/p>\n
Regret, perhaps.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother and I made terrible choices.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kidnapped Caleb.\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton's eyes shifted toward my youngest brother.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who did?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe same person who killed your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every muscle in my body tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton nodded toward the metal box inside the cabinet.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe answer is in there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy come here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton finally lost some of his composure.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Samuel Mercer contacted me forty minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas stiffened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel is alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor the moment.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo warn me that you had found Richard's key.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect us to believe Samuel is helping you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton's face became grave.<\/p>\n
\u201cI expect you to understand that Samuel is trying to keep all of you looking in the wrong direction.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned toward the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard suspected me. He had every reason to. I stole from him. I threatened Eleanor. I helped build the financial network.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least you're admitting something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I did not order Richard's death.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho did?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton took one step closer before police stopped him.<\/p>\n
His eyes never left mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe person who did it is someone your father trusted so completely that he never wrote the name in his notebook.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said the answer is in the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Eleanor showed me what Richard missed.\u201d<\/p>\n
A terrible thought formed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom knew who killed him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor six years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she did nothing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did something far more dangerous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe collected proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cOpen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah said, \u201cAbsolutely not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton's eyes shifted toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
A distant engine growled outside.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Marcus moved to the window and looked through a gap in the shutters.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cVehicles.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d Leo asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cFour.\u201d<\/p>\n
Police radios erupted.<\/p>\n
The officer nearest us cursed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMultiple unidentified SUVs entering the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey're here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d I demanded.<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe people Samuel works for.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah stepped between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Samuel was coerced.\u201d<\/p>\n
Colton shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The expression on his face carried something almost like pity.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel wasn't coerced.\u201d<\/p>\n
The first window downstairs shattered.<\/p>\n
Everyone flinched.<\/p>\n
Then Colton delivered the sentence that erased the fragile shape we had built around the past.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel Mercer created Bellweather.\u201d<\/p>\n
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