Chapter 4 - THE MAN IN ROOM 214Daniel drove to Providence with Officer Ruiz before sunrise.
Rain streaked across the windshield.
Neither spoke much.
The motel was the kind of place Daniel would normally pass without noticing: faded blue doors, flickering sign, vending machine humming beneath an outdoor staircase.
Two Rhode Island officers waited outside Room 214.
Thomas Reed opened the door only after Ruiz identified herself.
Daniel barely recognized him.
Thomas was sixty-three, usually immaculate, silver tie perfectly centered.
Now he wore jeans, a wrinkled sweatshirt, and three days of gray stubble.
He looked older than Arthur.
“Daniel.”
“Why are you hiding?”
Thomas looked toward Ruiz.
“Is she trustworthy?”
Ruiz answered herself.
“You can assume I dislike that question.”
Thomas almost smiled.
“Fair enough.”
They entered.
The curtains were closed.
Three laptops sat on the bed.
Papers covered the desk.
Thomas locked the door.
Daniel remained standing.
“My father says you loved my mother.”
Thomas stopped moving.
Ruiz glanced between them.
“That’s where you want to start?” Thomas asked.
“No. But I need to know whether every person in my life has been lying to me.”
Thomas looked tired.
“I loved Margaret before she met your father.”
Daniel felt an unexpected sting.
“She chose Arthur. I respected that.”
“Did she love you?”
Thomas stared at him.
“You should ask whether that matters.”
“It matters to me.”
“No affair, Daniel.”
“Not what I asked.”
Thomas lowered his eyes.
“No. I don’t believe she loved me the way she loved him.”
Daniel nodded once.
“Fine. Now tell me about Victoria.”
Thomas opened one laptop.
“Your wife has been siphoning money through Mercer vendors for eighteen months.”
A spreadsheet filled the screen.
Payments.
Consulting fees.
Maintenance contracts.
Investment services.
“Small amounts at first,” Thomas said. “Forty thousand. Eighty. Then two hundred. Amounts that disappear inside a company our size.”
“How did you miss it?”
“I didn’t.”
Daniel looked up sharply.
Thomas swallowed.
“I started investigating nine months ago.”
“You knew for nine months?”
“I had suspicions.”
“And you didn’t tell me?”
“Victoria is your wife.”
“She locked my father in a wall.”
“I know that now.”
Thomas opened another file.
“Three months ago, I traced one vendor to Martin Keller.”
Daniel felt anger rising.
“Why didn’t you tell Arthur?”
“I did.”
“When?”
“The day before he disappeared.”
Thomas turned the screen.
Security-camera photographs showed Victoria entering Keller’s private office late at night.
Another showed Dr. Samuel Pike.
Another showed a man Daniel didn’t recognize.
“Who’s that?”
“Evan Cole. Private security consultant.”
“What kind of consultant?”
“The kind wealthy people hire when they want something done quietly.”
Ruiz leaned forward.
“Do you have his address?”
Thomas handed her a folder.
Daniel scanned documents.
Payments from North Harbor Consulting to Evan Cole.
Payments to Dr. Pike.
Payments to a home-care company.
“Victoria paid the doctor who diagnosed Dad.”
“Yes.”
“And Cole?”
“Likely arranged surveillance.”
“Surveillance of whom?”
Thomas looked at Daniel.
“Everyone.”
He opened another folder.
Photographs of Daniel leaving the office.
Arthur at restaurants.
Leo outside school.
Rachel entering her home.
Daniel went cold.
“She had my son followed.”
Thomas nodded.
“Probably because Leo spends so much time with Arthur.”
Daniel thought of the photograph Victoria had texted him.
She hadn’t taken it herself.
Someone else had.
“Why does Leo matter?”
Thomas slowly sat down.
“That’s the part I don’t understand.”
Daniel crossed his arms.
“Try.”
“Victoria instructed Cole to monitor conversations between Leo and Arthur.”
“For what?”
Thomas shook his head.
“I found invoices. No explanation.”
Daniel remembered Leo’s words.
Grandpa is behind the wall.
How long had his son been noticing things?
“What else?”
Thomas retrieved a flash drive from his pocket.
“This.”
Daniel reached for it.
Thomas held on.
“If you open this, you need to understand something.”
“What?”
“It may destroy what’s left of your family.”
“Victoria already handled that.”
Thomas released the drive.
“What is it?”
“A recording Margaret made the night she died.”
Daniel stopped breathing for a moment.
“You said the evidence disappeared.”
“This wasn’t evidence of the theft.”
“Then what is it?”
Thomas looked at Arthur’s son with visible sadness.
“Her last voicemail to me.”
Daniel stared at the flash drive in his palm.
“You kept it?”
“For twenty-eight years.”
“Why?”
“Because she sounded frightened.”
Daniel’s hand tightened.
“What did she say?”
Thomas shook his head.
“You should hear it yourself.”
They connected the drive.
An audio file appeared.
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Daniel clicked.
Static.
Then his mother’s voice.
Younger than he remembered.
Breathless.
“Thomas, it’s Margaret. I found the second ledger.”
Daniel gripped the edge of the desk.
“There’s something worse than the missing money. Stephen wasn’t working alone.”
A car horn sounded somewhere in the recording.
Margaret continued.
“I’m going to Arthur. If I don’t make it—”
Static swallowed several words.
Then:
“—the property on Hawthorne Road. Check the basement wall.”
The message ended.
Nobody spoke.
Daniel replayed it.
Same result.
“Who was Stephen working with?” Ruiz asked.
Thomas shook his head.
“I never found out.”
“Hawthorne Road?”
Daniel knew the address.
The Mercer family’s old lake house.
Abandoned for decades.
His father had refused every offer to sell it.
Thomas looked at him.
“Your mother may have hidden something there.”
Daniel checked the time.
The board meeting was in three hours.
Ruiz said, “We should contact local police before entering any property.”
Daniel nodded.
His phone rang.
Rachel.
He answered instantly.
“Is Leo okay?”
Silence.
Then his sister whispered, “Daniel…”
“What?”
“I went upstairs for five minutes.”
Daniel stood.
“What happened?”
“The back door was open.”
His blood froze.
“Rachel.”
“I can’t find Leo.”
Daniel’s fingers went numb.
Police were called before Rachel finished the sentence.
Then Daniel’s phone buzzed with a text.
A photograph.
Leo sitting in the back seat of a car.
He was frightened but apparently unharmed.
Below the picture:
Go to the board meeting. Vote exactly the way you’re told.
A second message arrived.
Or you’ll lose more than the company.
Thomas whispered, “Victoria?”
Daniel looked at him.
May you like
“No.”
The message had come from Martin Keller’s number.
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