PART 3
Gerald immediately grabbed his son’s arm.
“Gabriel, listen to me.”
Gabriel tore his arm away.
“Don’t touch me.”
His father stopped.
I had never seen Gabriel speak to Gerald that way.
Not once in seven years of marriage.
Gerald had always been the strongest personality in the family. He was the man everyone obeyed at dinner. The man who decided which business deals were acceptable, which relatives were trustworthy, and even when Gabriel should visit his own mother.
But now, for the first time, Gerald looked old.
Not powerful.
Old.
“Dad,” Gabriel said, “who is this man?”
Gerald opened his mouth.
The stranger answered first.
“My name is Victor.”
Rachel laughed through her tears.
“Victor?”
She lifted the envelope.
“His name isn’t Victor.”
The man looked at her sharply.
Rachel opened the envelope with trembling fingers.
Inside was a photocopy of an identification card.
She held it up.
“His real name is Marcus Reed.”
The man’s face went pale.
Gabriel stared at his father.
“How does my sister know him?”
Rachel looked at me.
Then she looked back at Gabriel.
“Because I found his photograph in Dad’s study three weeks ago.”
Gerald’s voice cracked.
“Rachel, stop.”
“No.”
She wiped her cheeks.
“I should have stopped a long time ago.”
Gerald moved toward her.
Gabriel blocked him again.
“Let her talk.”
Rachel swallowed.
“Three weeks ago, I went into Dad’s study looking for my passport. I found a folder hidden behind the bottom drawer.”
She held up another paper.
“There were photographs.”
She looked directly at Gerald.
“Photographs of Chloe.”
My heart stopped.
“What?”
Rachel nodded.
“Pictures of you leaving the house. Pictures of you going to work. Pictures of you at the grocery store. Even pictures of you sitting alone in your car.”
Gabriel’s expression changed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because Dad caught me.”
Rachel’s voice broke.
“He told me I had misunderstood everything. He said he was protecting the family.”
Gerald whispered, “I was.”
Rachel shook her head.
“No. You were protecting yourself.”
The room became silent again.
I looked at Marcus.
“You were following me?”
He did not answer.
That was answer enough.
Gabriel grabbed the man’s jacket.
“Tell me why you were in my wife’s bedroom.”
Marcus tried to pull away.
“Your father paid me.”
The words landed like a gunshot.
Gerald closed his eyes.
Gabriel stared at him.
“How much?”
Marcus hesitated.
“How much did my father pay you?”
“Twenty thousand.”
Rachel gasped.
Gabriel’s jaw tightened.
“For what?”
Marcus looked at Gerald.
Gerald shook his head once.
It was a warning.
Marcus ignored it.
“To make her disappear.”
My blood turned cold.
Gabriel released him.
“What does that mean?”
Marcus looked toward me.
“I was told she would be unconscious. I was supposed to take her out of the house before sunrise.”
“Take her where?”
Marcus swallowed.
“I don’t know.”
“You expect me to believe that?”
“I was given an address.”
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper.
Gabriel took it.
He opened it.
I watched his eyes move across the page.
Then his face changed.
“What?”
He didn’t answer.
“Gabriel?”
He handed me the paper.
It was an address.
My address.
But underneath it was another line.
Storage Unit 418 — Lawson Holdings.
I looked at Gerald.
“What is inside Unit 418?”
He said nothing.
Rachel whispered, “That’s where Dad keeps the old company records.”
Gerald snapped at her.
“Enough!”
But something had already changed.
We were no longer dealing with a family argument.
There was evidence.
There was a stranger in my bedroom.
There was a drugged drink.
There were photographs.
There was a payment.
And there was a storage unit.
Gabriel took out his phone.
“I am calling the police.”
Gerald suddenly laughed.
It was a strange laugh.
Almost desperate.
“You think calling the police will save you?”
Gabriel stopped.
Gerald looked at his son.
“You have no idea what you’ve married into.”
I felt a chill.
“What does that mean?”
Gerald looked at me.
“Ask your wife where she got the money for this house.”
Gabriel turned toward me.
I froze.
“What?”
Gerald smiled.
“Ask her.”
Gabriel stared at me.
“Chloe?”
I didn’t understand.
“What money?”
Gerald’s smile widened.
“The money your wife has been hiding from you.”
I shook my head.
“I don’t know what he’s talking about.”
Gerald pointed at me.
“She knows exactly what I’m talking about.”
Gabriel looked between us.
“Chloe?”
I stepped forward.
“Gabriel, I swear to you, I don’t know what he means.”
Gerald laughed again.
“Then perhaps you should tell him about your mother’s account.”
My heart stopped.
My mother had been dead for six years.
And nobody in this family knew about the account.
Nobody except—
I looked at Gerald.
“How do you know about that?”
The smile disappeared from his face.
And suddenly I understood.
This had never started tonight.
The juice.
The photographs.
The stranger.
The storage unit.
They were all pieces of something much larger.
Gabriel looked at his father.
“Dad, what did you do?”
Gerald didn’t answer.
Rachel stepped forward.
“Dad knows about the inheritance.”
Gabriel turned toward her.
“What inheritance?”
Rachel looked at me.
“Your mother left Chloe something.”
Gabriel frowned.
“My mother?”
“No,” Rachel said softly.
“Chloe’s mother.”
The room went silent.
I felt dizzy.
Six years earlier, my mother had died after a short illness.
Before she died, she had told me something strange.
She had taken my hand and said:
“Whatever happens, don’t let the Lawson family know about the blue box.”
I had thought it was the medication talking.
I never found a blue box.
Or at least, I thought I hadn’t.
Until that moment.
Gerald stepped backward.
Gabriel noticed.
“Dad.”
Gerald looked toward the hallway.
Then toward the stairs.
He was calculating.
Looking for an exit.
Gabriel saw it too.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
Gerald suddenly grabbed Rachel’s arm.
She screamed.
Gabriel lunged forward.
Marcus backed into the wall.
I ran toward Rachel.
Gerald shoved her away.
She fell against the dresser.
Then Gerald pulled a small key from his pocket.
He held it up.
“You want the truth?”
His voice was shaking now.
“Then come with me.”
Gabriel stared at the key.
“What does it open?”
Gerald smiled bitterly.
“The storage unit.”
And before anyone could stop him, he ran.
Gabriel chased him.
Marcus followed.
Rachel stayed beside me, breathing hard.
I looked at the open bedroom door.
Then at the key Gerald had dropped.
A tiny brass key.
Stamped with one number.
Rachel picked it up.
“Chloe…”
I looked at her.
She was crying again.
“There is something else you need to know.”
“What?”
She hesitated.
“Your husband knew about the photographs.”
I stared at her.
“No.”
“I saw Gabriel talking to Dad about them.”
“When?”
“Two weeks ago.”
My heart sank.
“What did they say?”
Rachel shook her head.
“I couldn’t hear everything.”
“Everything you heard.”
She closed her eyes.
“Gabriel said…”
Her voice trembled.
“‘If she finds out, she’ll leave me.’”
I felt as though someone had punched me in the chest.
“No.”
Rachel grabbed my hand.
“I don’t know what he meant.”
I pulled away.
“Where is he?”
“Chasing Dad.”
I grabbed my coat.
“We’re going to the storage unit.”
Rachel stared at me.
“What if it’s dangerous?”
I looked at the key in my palm.
“After tonight, I’m done being afraid of what they might find.”
We ran downstairs.
Outside, the rain had become heavier.
Gerald’s car was gone.
Gabriel’s truck was gone.
Marcus stood in the driveway, breathing hard.
“Which way did they go?”
“Your father has the keys to Unit 418,” I said.
Marcus looked at me.
“You shouldn’t go there.”
“Why?”
He looked toward the road.
“Because I was told never to open that unit.”
“By Gerald?”
Marcus nodded.
“What did he say was inside?”
Marcus hesitated.
“A problem.”
“What kind of problem?”
He looked me directly in the eyes.
“The kind that gets people killed.”
Rachel covered her mouth.
I felt the cold rain hit my face.
Then my phone vibrated.
A message.
Unknown number.
STOP LOOKING FOR THE BLUE BOX.
A second message arrived immediately.
Your husband isn’t coming back with you.
I stared at the screen.
Rachel whispered, “Who sent that?”
I didn’t answer.
Because another message appeared.
This one contained a photograph.
It was a picture of Gabriel.
Standing outside Storage Unit 418.
And behind him stood Gerald.
But there was one more person in the photograph.
Someone neither Rachel nor I recognized.
The person was holding a gun.
And the timestamp on the photograph was less than two minutes old.
PART 4
For several seconds, I could not breathe.
The photograph on my phone was too clear to misunderstand.
Gabriel stood beneath the flickering security light outside Storage Unit 418.
Gerald was beside him.
And behind them, partially hidden by the darkness between two rows of storage containers, stood a third man.
He was holding a gun.
The message beneath the photograph was still glowing on my screen.
Your husband isn’t coming back with you.
Rachel read it over my shoulder.
“Oh my God.”
I zoomed in on the photograph.
The stranger’s face was mostly hidden by a black baseball cap.
But something about him looked familiar.
Not his face.
His jacket.
Dark brown leather.
I had seen it before.
At Gerald’s house.
Three weeks earlier.
The night I had accidentally walked into Gerald’s study and found him speaking to someone through the half-open door.
Gerald had immediately slammed the door shut.
At the time, I had assumed it was a business associate.
Now I knew better.
Rachel was shaking.
“We need to call the police.”
“I already did.”
She stared at me.
“When?”
“While you were reading the message.”
I held up my phone.
The emergency operator had taken our location and told us to stay somewhere safe.
But there was one problem.
Gabriel was still inside that storage facility.
And if the photograph was real, every second mattered.
Marcus suddenly stepped toward me.
“Don’t go there.”
I looked at him.
“You were paid to take me there.”
His face tightened.
“I was paid to move you. I wasn’t told they were going to kill anyone.”
“Who hired you?”
“Gerald.”
“Only Gerald?”
Marcus hesitated.
That hesitation told me everything.
“Who else?”
“I don’t know his name.”
“Then describe him.”
Marcus looked at Rachel.
Then at me.
“Tall. Gray hair. Expensive watch. He walked with a slight limp.”
Rachel’s face suddenly went blank.
“What?”
Marcus frowned.
“You know him?”
Rachel shook her head slowly.
“No.”
But her voice said otherwise.
I grabbed her arm.
“Rachel.”
She looked at me.
“There is only one person I know who walks like that.”
“Who?”
She swallowed.
“Uncle Robert.”
I stared at her.
“Gabriel’s uncle?”
Rachel nodded.
Robert Lawson was Gerald’s younger brother.
He had lived in another state for almost twenty years.
At least, that was what the family had always told me.
He had supposedly left after a disagreement over the family business.
Nobody talked about him.
Not even Gabriel.
I suddenly remembered something.
My mother had once mentioned the Lawson name before she died.
She had looked terrified when she said it.
I had always thought she was confused.
Maybe she wasn’t.
I turned toward Marcus.
“Take us to the storage facility.”
“No.”
“You know the place.”
“No.”
“Then tell me where Unit 418 is.”
Marcus shook his head.
“You don’t understand. If Robert is there, you cannot walk in.”
“Why?”
“Because Robert isn’t like Gerald.”
Rachel whispered, “What does that mean?”
Marcus looked toward the dark road.
“Gerald scares people.”
He paused.
“Robert makes people disappear.”
A police siren sounded somewhere in the distance.
Marcus immediately stepped back.
“I have to go.”
“Wait.”
He looked at me.
“Why did you help me tonight?”
He stared at the ground.
Then he said quietly: