PART 24<\/p>\n
Chief Briggs didn’t hesitate.
\n“Nobody touches that envelope.”
\nA forensic photographer immediately knelt beside the flowerpot.
\nFlash.
\nFlash.
\nFlash.
\nEvery angle was documented before an evidence technician carefully lifted the small white envelope with gloved hands.
\nHarvey stared at Margaret’s handwriting.
\n“I’d know those letters anywhere.”
\n“You recognize it?” Wyatt asked.
\nHarvey nodded.<\/p>\n
“Margaret always wrote like she was afraid someone else would read her words.”
\nChief Briggs examined the seal.
\n“It hasn’t been opened.”
\nDetective Harris looked toward the road.
\n“The SUV has a twenty-minute head start.”
\nChief Briggs immediately began giving orders.
\n“Roadblocks on every highway leaving Columbus.”
\n“Alert State Patrol.”
\n“Check traffic cameras.”
\n“Yes, Chief.”<\/p>\n
Another detective hurried over carrying a tablet.
\n“Chief, we’ve enhanced the surveillance video.”
\n“What did you find?”
\n“The SUV has temporary dealer plates.”
\n“So they’re fake,” Wyatt muttered.
\n“Most likely,” the detective replied.
\nChief Briggs carefully placed the envelope inside a portable evidence folder.
\n“I’m taking this straight to Sadie.”
\nHarvey gently touched his arm.
\n“No.”
\nBriggs looked up.
\n“What?”
\n“Read the front again.”
\nThe chief looked down.
\n**Only Sadie must read this.**
\nHarvey shook his head.
\n“Walter taught Margaret to follow instructions exactly.”
\n“If she wrote those words…”
\n“…she had a reason.”
\nChief Briggs nodded.
\n“You’re right.”
\n“Nobody opens it except Sadie.”
\nBack at Riverside Memorial Hospital, I couldn’t stop thinking about the mysterious phone call.
\n“I made a promise to your grandfather.”
\nThose words kept repeating in my mind.
\nOne of the officers knocked gently before opening my hospital room door.
\n“Miss Davis…”
\n“Chief Briggs is back.”
\nA few moments later, Briggs, Wyatt, Harvey, and Detective Harris entered.
\nI immediately knew something was wrong.
\n“Margaret?”
\nChief Briggs slowly shook his head.
\n“We missed her.”
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n“What happened?”
\nHe carefully placed the evidence folder on the bedside table.
\n“She left this for you.”
\nI looked at the familiar handwriting.
\nMy fingers trembled.
\nHarvey smiled softly.
\n“She wanted only you to read it.”
\nI slowly broke the seal.
\nInside was a single folded sheet of paper.
\nNothing else.
\nI unfolded it carefully.
\nThe handwriting was shaky, but every word was clear.
\n**Dear Sadie,**
\n**If this letter reached you, then they found me before the police did.**
\nA chill ran through my body.
\nI continued reading aloud.
\n**Do not blame yourself. I have been hiding for many years, and I always knew this day might come.**
\nWyatt quietly took my hand.
\nThe next paragraph made Harvey close his eyes.
\n**Walter never died believing he failed you. His last words were not about money, property, or revenge.**
\nMy voice caught.
\n“What were they?”
\nI kept reading.
\n**His final words were: “Tell my granddaughter I never stopped choosing her.”**
\nTears blurred my vision.
\nHarvey began crying openly.
\n“I was there…”
\nhe whispered.
\n“I heard him say it.”
\nI continued.
\n**There is one lie everyone still believes. Even Harvey does not know the whole truth.**
\nHarvey looked up in shock.
\n“What?”
\nThe room became silent.
\nI read the next sentence.
\n**Gregory did not become cruel after Walter changed his will…**
\nMy heartbeat quickened.
\n**…Walter changed his will because Gregory had already done something unforgivable.**
\nNobody breathed.
\nChief Briggs slowly stepped closer.
\n“What did Gregory do?”
\nI turned the page.
\nThere was only one final sentence.
\n**To understand why Walter feared his own son…find the red ledger hidden beneath the chapel floor before Gregory’s people do.**
\nThe room fell completely silent.
\nDetective Harris frowned.
\n“What chapel?”
\nHarvey’s face suddenly lost every bit of color.
\n“Oh, no…”
\nChief Briggs looked at him.
\n“You know where it is?”
\nHarvey slowly nodded.
\n“There isn’t just one chapel…”
\n“There are two.”<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
# PART 25<\/p>\n
For several long seconds, no one in the hospital room spoke.
\n“There are two chapels?” Chief Briggs finally asked.
\nHarvey nodded slowly.
\n“Most people only know about the one beside the cemetery.”
\n“The second one…”
\n“…hasn’t been used in over thirty years.”
\nWyatt frowned.
\n“Where is it?”
\nHarvey looked toward the window.
\n“On Walter’s old property.”
\n“Hidden behind the original sawmill.”
\nChief Briggs immediately called Detective Harris.
\n“Harris.”
\n“Yes, Chief.”
\n“I need two teams.”
\n“One to the cemetery chapel.”
\n“One to the old sawmill.”
\n“No one enters until I arrive.”
\n“Understood.”
\nBefore ending the call, Harris suddenly interrupted.
\n“Chief…”
\n“What?”
\n“We’ve got another problem.”
\nChief Briggs sighed.
\n“What happened now?”
\n“Someone else is already searching both locations.”
\nThe room fell silent.
\nHarvey whispered,
\n“They’re following Walter’s clues too.”
\nChief Briggs immediately turned to Wyatt.
\n“Who else has seen the journal?”
\nWyatt counted carefully.
\n“You.”
\n“Me.”
\n“Harvey.”
\n“Detective Harris.”
\n“The forensic team.”
\n“Eleanor over the phone.”
\nChief Briggs slowly nodded.
\n“Too many people.”
\nHarvey shook his head.
\n“No.”
\n“Walter expected that.”
\n“What do you mean?” I asked.
\n“He never left only one clue.”
\n“He always left two.”
\nChief Briggs looked back at the letter.
\n“The red ledger…”
\n“…may not even be in either chapel.”
\nHarvey smiled faintly.
\n“Now you’re thinking like Walter.”
\nJust then Detective Harris burst into the room, breathing hard.
\n“Chief!”
\n“What happened?”
\n“The team at the cemetery chapel found nothing.”
\nChief Briggs wasn’t surprised.
\n“And the sawmill?”
\nHarris swallowed.
\n“They found signs someone forced the door open less than an hour ago.”
\nHarvey closed his eyes.
\n“They chose correctly.”
\nChief Briggs grabbed his jacket.
\n“We’re leaving.”
\nWyatt looked at me.
\n“I’ll call the second we know anything.”
\nI nodded, trying to hide my fear.
\nAs the police convoy raced toward the abandoned sawmill, rain began falling across Columbus.
\nThunder rolled above the empty highway.
\nTwenty-five minutes later they arrived.
\nThe old sawmill looked forgotten by time.
\nBroken windows.
\nCollapsed fencing.
\nRusted machinery.
\nBehind it stood a tiny wooden chapel almost completely hidden beneath vines.
\nHarvey stared at it.
\n“Walter built this after your grandmother died.”
\nChief Briggs pushed open the weathered door.
\nIt creaked loudly.
\nDust floated through the flashlight beams.
\nThe tiny chapel contained only six pews.
\nA wooden cross.
\nA cracked stained-glass window.
\nNothing more.
\nDetective Harris searched the floor.
\n“No fresh footprints.”
\nAnother detective checked behind the altar.
\n“Nothing.”
\nChief Briggs frowned.
\n“This can’t be right.”
\nHarvey slowly walked toward the front pew.
\nThen he smiled.
\n“Walter…”
\n“You stubborn old carpenter.”
\nChief Briggs turned.
\n“What?”
\nHarvey pointed upward.
\nEveryone followed his finger.
\nHanging from the ceiling…
\nwas an old brass church bell.
\nChief Briggs looked confused.
\n“The ledger is in the bell?”
\nHarvey laughed softly.
\n“No.”
\n“Walter never hid things where people looked first.”
\nHe reached beneath the front pew and ran his fingers across the underside.
\n“There…”
\nChief Briggs knelt beside him.
\nHidden beneath the wood…
\nwas a tiny carved oak leaf.
\nExactly like the one on my necklace.
\nHarvey pressed it gently.
\nA soft click echoed beneath the floorboards.
\nThe first pew slowly slid backward by itself.
\nEvery officer stepped back.
\nA narrow stone staircase appeared beneath it.
\nCold air drifted upward.
\nDetective Harris raised his flashlight.
\n“It goes down.”
\nChief Briggs nodded.
\n“Stay together.”
\nThe officers descended one by one.
\nAt the bottom waited a small underground room.
\nUnlike the workshop…
\nthis place had never been disturbed.
\nDust covered every shelf.
\nSpider webs stretched across the corners.
\nIn the center stood a single wooden table.
\nOn top of it rested an old red leather ledger.
\nHarvey smiled through tears.
\n“He did it…”
\n“He really kept it safe.”
\nChief Briggs carefully approached the table.
\nJust before his hand touched the ledger…
\nhe noticed something folded beneath it.
\nA fresh piece of white paper.
\nNot old.
\nNot yellow.
\nBrand-new.
\nChief Briggs unfolded it carefully.
\nOnly one sentence had been typed.
\n**You’re finally close…but you’re still one chapter behind me.**
\nAt the bottom…
\nsomeone had signed with a single letter.
\n**S.**<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
# PART 26<\/p>\n
Nobody in the underground room spoke.
\nChief Briggs kept his eyes on the typed note.
\n**You’re finally close…but you’re still one chapter behind me.**
\nAt the bottom…
\nOnly one letter.
\n**S.**
\nWyatt broke the silence.
\n“Samuel?”
\nHarvey slowly shook his head.
\n“Maybe.”
\n“But Walter taught all of us one lesson…”
\n“Never trust the first answer.”
\nChief Briggs slipped the note into an evidence bag.
\n“Check it for fingerprints.”
\nA forensic technician carefully dusted the paper.
\nSeveral partial prints appeared.
\nShe looked up.
\n“There are prints…”
\n“But someone deliberately wiped most of the page.”
\nChief Briggs nodded.
\n“They wanted us to find the message.”
\n“But not the messenger.”
\nHarvey turned his attention toward the old red leather ledger.
\nFor nearly thirty years it had sat untouched beneath the chapel floor.
\nHe reached toward it…
\nthen stopped.
\n“No.”
\nChief Briggs looked at him.
\n“What?”
\n“It isn’t mine.”
\nHe looked directly at me through Wyatt’s phone, which was still connected on a live video call from the hospital.
\n“Sadie…”
\n“This belongs to you.”
\nI swallowed hard.
\n“I can’t be there.”
\n“You don’t have to be.”
\nChief Briggs carefully positioned the phone above the table.
\n“Tell me what you want me to do.”
\nI took a slow breath.
\n“Open it.”
\nThe chief gently lifted the worn leather cover.
\nThe pages crackled with age.
\nThe first page contained no financial records.
\nNo account numbers.
\nNo property deeds.
\nOnly a handwritten title.
\n**The Things Gregory Thought I Never Knew**
\nThe room fell silent.
\nChief Briggs slowly turned the page.
\nEvery entry had a date.
\nEvery date described something Gregory had hidden from Walter.
\nThe first few entries were small.
\nMoney missing from the cash register.
\nForged supplier invoices.
\nFake repair bills.
\nThen the entries became darker.
\nFar darker.
\nWalter had documented lies…
\nThreats…
\nActs of intimidation…
\nEvery page contained names, dates, signatures, and supporting documents carefully glued beside the entries.
\nChief Briggs looked astonished.
\n“This isn’t a diary.”
\nHarvey nodded.
\n“No.”
\n“It’s evidence.”
\nWyatt quietly whispered,
\n“My God…”
\nWalter had been building a legal case against his own son.
\nChief Briggs turned another page.
\nSuddenly he stopped.
\nHis expression changed completely.
\n“What is it?” I asked.
\nThe chief didn’t answer immediately.
\nInstead…
\nhe carefully removed a folded newspaper clipping tucked between the pages.
\nThe headline read:
\n**LOCAL CONTRACTOR DIES IN FALL AT CONSTRUCTION SITE**
\nThe article was dated twenty-nine years earlier.
\nChief Briggs looked toward Harvey.
\n“Do you remember this man?”
\nHarvey looked once…
\nand immediately froze.
\n“Thomas Walker…”
\nhe whispered.
\n“He didn’t fall.”
\nEveryone looked at him.
\n“What?”
\nHarvey slowly sat down.
\n“Walter told me Thomas was about to testify against Gregory for stealing from the company.”
\nChief Briggs looked back at the newspaper.
\n“The police ruled it an accident.”
\nHarvey closed his eyes.
\n“Walter never believed that.”
\nThe chief carefully unfolded another sheet hidden behind the article.
\nIt was Walter’s own handwritten note.
\n**Thomas told me Gregory threatened him three days before his death. If anything happens to Thomas, this ledger must survive even if I do not.**
\nThe underground room became completely silent.
\nDetective Harris finally spoke.
\n“Chief…”
\n“If this is true…”
\n“…Gregory’s violence didn’t begin with Sadie.”
\nChief Briggs nodded grimly.
\n“It began decades ago.”
\nJust then a deputy’s radio crackled loudly.
\n“Unit Three to Chief Briggs.”
\n“Go ahead.”
\n“We’ve got movement outside the chapel.”
\nChief Briggs instantly looked up.
\n“Police?”
\n“No, sir.”
\n“Then who?”
\nThe deputy’s breathing became heavy.
\n“There are three black SUVs surrounding the property…”
\n“…and none of the people getting out are wearing license plates on their vehicles.”……………………….<\/p>\n
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