PART 3 \u2014 THE MAN HANNAH WARNED ME ABOUT
\nMarcus stared at Daniel through the open front door.
\nHis oldest friend was standing beside the police cars.
\nFor twenty-two years, Marcus had trusted that man with everything.
\nHis business.
\nHis marriage.
\nHis daughter.
\nEven Hannah’s estate.
\nAnd Daniel had introduced him to Sarah.
\n“Marcus?” Daniel called.
\nMarcus didn’t answer.
\nHe looked down at Lily.
\n“Sweetheart, stay with Officer Bennett.”
\nLily grabbed his sleeve.
\n“Daddy, don’t go.”
\n“I’m not going anywhere.”
\n“Promise?”
\nMarcus crouched and kissed her forehead.<\/p>\n
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“Promise.”
\nThen he stood and walked outside.
\nDaniel took one look at his face.
\n“What happened?”
\n“You introduced me to Sarah.”
\nDaniel went still.
\nIt lasted less than a second.
\nBut Marcus saw it.
\n“Yes,” Daniel said. “At the charity dinner. You know that.”
\n“Why?”
\nDaniel frowned.
\n“What do you mean, why?”
\n“Why Sarah?”
\n“Marcus, you’ve just discovered your wife was drugging your daughter and conspiring with strangers. You’re in shock.”
\n“Answer the question.”
\nDaniel glanced toward Julian.
\nJulian was being pushed toward a police cruiser.<\/p>\n
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He smiled at Daniel.
\nDaniel immediately looked away.
\nMarcus noticed.
\n“So you know him too.”
\n“What?”
\n“Julian.”
\n“No.”
\nJulian laughed from twenty feet away.
\n“Still lying, Danny?”
\nEvery muscle in Daniel’s face tightened.
\nMarcus turned slowly.
\n“Daniel?”
\n“Don’t listen to him.”
\nJulian called again.
\n“Ask him about September 18.”
\nDaniel stepped toward the cruiser.
\n“Shut your mouth.”
\nTwo officers blocked him.
\nMarcus felt his stomach twist.
\n“What happened September 18?”
\nDaniel looked at him.
\n“Nothing.”
\nJulian laughed harder.<\/p>\n
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“Oh, something happened.”
\n“Julian,” Daniel warned.
\n“You were there.”
\n“STOP TALKING.”
\nMarcus grabbed Daniel by the jacket.
\n“WHERE?”
\nDaniel didn’t answer.
\nJulian did.
\n“The hospital.”
\nMarcus’s hands loosened.
\nThe world around him seemed to go quiet.
\n“What hospital?”
\nJulian’s smile vanished.
\n“The hospital where Hannah died.”
\nMarcus stared at him.
\nSarah began crying from inside the house.<\/p>\n
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Daniel whispered, “Marcus, this is not what you think.”
\nMarcus turned toward him.
\n“What happened September 18?”
\nDaniel swallowed.
\n“That was the night Hannah died.”
\nMarcus already knew that.
\nHe would never forget the date.
\nBut something else bothered him.
\n“Why would Julian know that?”
\nNobody answered.
\nMarcus looked at Julian.
\n“Were you there?”
\nJulian’s eyes moved toward Daniel.
\nThat was enough.
\nMarcus stepped closer to the cruiser.
\n“WERE YOU THERE?”
\n“Yes.”
\nMarcus stopped breathing.
\n“You knew Hannah?”
\nJulian nodded.
\n“For years.”
\nMarcus felt rage rise through him.
\n“How?”
\nJulian leaned against the cruiser.
\n“Your wife hired me.”
\nDaniel snapped, “He’s manipulating you.”
\nMarcus ignored him.
\n“Hired you to do what?”
\n“Investigate someone.”
\n“Who?”
\nJulian looked directly at Daniel.
\nMarcus turned.
\nDaniel’s face had gone pale.
\n“No,” Daniel whispered.
\nJulian smiled.
\n“Tell him.”
\n“Shut up.”
\n“Tell your best friend why his dying wife hired a private investigator to follow you.”
\nMarcus stared at Daniel.
\n“Follow Daniel?”
\nJulian shook his head.
\n“Not Daniel.”
\n“Then who?”
\n“You.”
\nMarcus couldn’t speak.
\n“Hannah had me follow you for six weeks before she died.”
\nMarcus felt as though the ground had shifted beneath him.
\n“Why?”
\n“Because she believed someone was using you.”
\n“Who?”
\nJulian glanced toward Sarah.
\n“Someone who hadn’t entered your life yet.”
\nMarcus frowned.
\n“That doesn’t make sense.”
\n“It will.”
\nJulian was pushed into the cruiser.
\nBefore the officer closed the door, he leaned forward.
\n“Find Hannah’s red notebook.”
\nThe door slammed.
\nMarcus turned toward Daniel.
\n“What notebook?”
\n“I don’t know.”
\n“You’re lying.”
\n“Marcus\u2014”
\n“Hannah kept journals.”
\n“Yes.”
\n“After she died, you helped me pack her things.”
\nDaniel said nothing.
\n“You took three boxes to storage.”
\n“I was helping you.”
\n“Where are they?”
\n“In your storage unit.”
\nMarcus shook his head.
\n“No.”
\n“What?”
\n“I emptied that unit two years ago.”
\nDaniel blinked.
\n“And there was no red notebook.”
\nSarah suddenly spoke from the doorway.
\n“Because Daniel has it.”
\nEveryone turned.
\nDaniel’s face changed.
\nSarah smiled bitterly.
\n“You thought I didn’t see it?”
\nDaniel stepped toward her.
\n“Be quiet.”
\nSarah laughed.
\n“That’s what you told me every time I asked about Hannah.”
\nMarcus walked toward Sarah.
\n“When did you see the notebook?”
\n“Before our wedding.”
\nMarcus froze.
\n“Where?”
\n“Daniel’s office.”
\nDaniel shook his head.
\n“She’s lying.”
\nSarah continued.
\n“It was inside his safe.”
\nMarcus looked at Daniel.
\n“Why were you in Daniel’s office?”
\nSarah hesitated.
\n“Because he asked me to meet him.”
\n“When?”
\n“Two weeks before you proposed.”
\nMarcus felt sick.
\nDaniel stepped closer.
\n“Marcus, listen to me.”
\n“No.”
\n“You need to understand\u2014”
\n“Give me the notebook.”
\nDaniel’s eyes hardened.
\n“I don’t have it anymore.”
\nThat answer was worse than denial.
\nMarcus whispered, “So it existed.”
\nDaniel realized his mistake.
\nMarcus stepped closer.
\n“What was in it?”
\nDaniel said nothing.
\n“WHAT WAS IN IT?”
\n“Names.”
\nMarcus froze.
\n“What names?”
\n“People Hannah didn’t trust.”
\n“Was Sarah’s name there?”
\n“No.”
\n“Julian?”
\nDaniel hesitated.
\n“Yes.”
\nMarcus looked toward the police cruiser.
\n“And yours?”
\nDaniel didn’t answer.
\nMarcus already knew.
\n“Your name was in it.”
\nDaniel looked away.
\nMarcus felt twenty-two years of friendship collapse in one second.
\n“Why?”
\n“I made a mistake.”
\n“What mistake?”
\n“Hannah found financial transfers.”
\n“What transfers?”
\nDaniel rubbed his face.
\n“From one of the Vineyard holding companies.”
\n“How much?”
\n“Marcus\u2014”
\n“HOW MUCH?”
\n“Eight hundred thousand dollars.”
\nMarcus stared at him.
\n“You stole from Lily?”
\n“No!”
\n“Then explain.”
\n“I moved it.”
\n“Where?”
\n“Into another account.”
\n“Whose account?”
\nDaniel’s silence answered.
\nMarcus whispered, “Yours.”
\n“It was temporary.”
\nMarcus laughed in disbelief.
\n“You transferred eight hundred thousand dollars from my daughter’s trust into your account?”
\n“Because Hannah asked me to.”
\nMarcus stopped.
\n“What?”
\nDaniel looked him straight in the eyes.
\n“She needed money nobody could trace.”
\n“For what?”
\n“I don’t know.”
\n“You expect me to believe that?”
\n“She told me Lily’s life might depend on it.”
\nMarcus felt his anger falter.
\n“Hannah said that?”
\n“Yes.”
\n“When?”
\n“Two months before she died.”
\n“Why didn’t you tell me?”
\n“Because she begged me not to.”
\nMarcus shook his head.
\n“You’re lying.”
\nDaniel reached into his coat.
\nThree officers immediately moved toward him.
\n“Easy,” he said.
\nHe slowly removed his wallet.
\nInside was a folded piece of paper.
\nOld.
\nCreased.
\nDaniel handed it to Marcus.
\nMarcus recognized the handwriting instantly.
\nHannah.
\nDaniel,
\nTransfer the amount we discussed.
\nDo not tell Marcus.
\nIf I am wrong, I will explain everything myself.
\nIf I am right, telling him could put him and Lily in danger.
\nPlease trust me one last time.
\nH.
\nMarcus read it three times.
\nHis hands began shaking.
\n“Why do you carry this?”
\nDaniel looked exhausted.
\n“Because I’ve hated myself for four years.”
\nMarcus looked at him.
\n“For what?”
\n“Because Hannah called me the night she died.”
\nMarcus stopped breathing.
\n“What?”
\n“At 11:43.”
\nMarcus remembered sitting beside Hannah’s hospital bed until almost eleven.
\nA nurse had convinced him to go home, shower, and sleep for a few hours.
\nAt 12:26 A.M., the hospital called.
\nHannah was gone.
\n“She called you?”
\nDaniel nodded.
\n“What did she say?”
\nDaniel’s eyes filled.
\n“She said, ‘He’s here.'”
\nMarcus felt cold.
\n“Who?”
\n“She didn’t say.”
\n“What else?”
\n“She sounded terrified.”
\n“AND YOU DID WHAT?”
\n“I called the hospital.”
\n“Did you go there?”
\nDaniel looked down.
\nMarcus’s voice cracked.
\n“Did you go?”
\n“No.”
\nMarcus hit him.
\nDaniel fell against the hood of the cruiser.
\nOfficers grabbed Marcus.
\n“You let her die!”
\n“I DIDN’T KNOW!”
\n“She called you!”
\n“I thought the medication was confusing her!”
\nMarcus struggled against the officers.
\n“She was scared!”
\n“I KNOW!”
\nDaniel shouted it so loudly that everyone stopped.
\nTears were running down his face.
\n“I know.”
\nMarcus stared at him.
\nDaniel whispered, “I’ve heard her voice every night for four years.”
\nMarcus said nothing.
\nThen Daniel added:
\n“But that isn’t why I kept the notebook.”
\nMarcus’s breathing slowed.
\n“Why?”
\n“Because Hannah wrote something on the final page.”
\n“What?”
\nDaniel looked toward Lily.
\nThen back at Marcus.
\n“She wrote that if anything happened to her, you were supposed to take Lily to the Vineyard house and open the wall beneath the west staircase.”
\nMarcus frowned.
\n“What wall?”
\n“I don’t know.”
\n“Where’s the notebook?”
\n“I gave it to Evelyn.”
\nMarcus stared.
\n“Hannah’s mother?”
\nDaniel shook his head.
\n“No.”
\nMarcus’s stomach dropped.
\n“Then who?”
\nBefore Daniel could answer, a police officer ran from the garage.
\n“Detective!”
\nEveryone turned.
\n“We found something under the vehicle.”
\nMarcus went cold.
\nThe officer held up a clear evidence bag.
\nInside was a small electronic device.
\n“The man in the garage attached this near the braking control module.”
\nMarcus looked at Sarah.
\nShe began sobbing.
\n“I didn’t know.”
\nMarcus walked toward her.
\n“You knew enough.”
\n“No.”
\n“You knew about Lily.”
\n“I never wanted anyone dead!”
\n“You drugged a six-year-old.”
\n“I was scared!”
\n“Of who?”
\nSarah looked toward Julian’s cruiser.
\nThen at Daniel.
\nThen back at Marcus.
\n“Not Julian.”
\nMarcus frowned.
\n“Then who?”
\nSarah whispered, “The woman.”
\n“What woman?”
\n“The one who hired all of us.”
\nMarcus went still.
\n“All of you?”
\nSarah nodded.
\n“Julian. Daniel. Me.”
\nDaniel shouted, “That’s not true.”
\nSarah ignored him.
\n“She told me the Vineyard belonged to her family. She said Hannah stole it.”
\n“Hannah inherited it.”
\n“That’s not what she said.”
\n“WHO?”
\nSarah began trembling.
\n“Evelyn Mercer.”
\nMarcus had never heard the name.
\nDaniel had.
\nHis face turned white.
\nMarcus noticed.
\n“You know her.”
\nDaniel didn’t answer.
\n“WHO IS SHE?”
\nDaniel whispered, “Hannah’s great-aunt.”
\nMarcus frowned.
\n“Hannah never mentioned her.”
\n“Because Evelyn disappeared from the family thirty years ago.”
\n“Why?”
\n“Fraud.”
\nMarcus stared.
\nDaniel continued.
\n“She allegedly stole millions from the family business. Hannah’s grandmother discovered it and cut Evelyn out of everything.”
\n“The Vineyard?”
\n“Included.”
\nMarcus finally understood.
\n“This is revenge.”
\nDaniel shook his head.
\n“No.”
\n“What?”
\n“If Evelyn wanted revenge, she could’ve come after Hannah years ago.”
\n“Then what does she want?”
\nDaniel looked toward the house.
\n“Whatever Hannah hid there.”
\nMarcus’s phone suddenly rang.
\nUnknown number.
\nHe answered.
\n“Marcus Vance?”
\nAn elderly woman’s voice.
\nCalm.
\nElegant.
\n“Who’s this?”
\n“You already know.”
\n“Evelyn.”
\nSilence.
\nThen:
\n“Sarah talks too much.”
\nMarcus looked at Sarah.
\nShe stared back in terror.
\n“Stay away from my family.”
\nEvelyn laughed softly.
\n“Your family?”
\n“Where are you?”
\n“Closer than you think.”
\nMarcus scanned the street.
\nPolice cars.
\nNeighbors.
\nTrees.
\nNothing.
\n“What do you want?”
\n“Hannah’s key.”
\nMarcus frowned.
\n“What key?”
\n“Don’t play games.”
\n“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
\nEvelyn went silent.
\nThen she said, “Interesting.”
\n“What?”
\n“She really didn’t tell you.”
\n“Tell me what?”
\n“Your wife discovered something under that house.”
\nMarcus gripped the phone.
\n“What?”
\n“Something my sister spent forty years hiding.”
\n“Money?”
\nEvelyn laughed.
\n“Money is replaceable.”
\n“Then what?”
\n“Evidence.”
\nMarcus looked at Daniel.
\n“Evidence of what?”
\n“People who built fortunes by destroying other people.”
\n“Who?”
\n“Your wife’s family was only one piece.”
\nMarcus felt Lily press against his side.
\nEvelyn continued.
\n“Hannah found the archive.”
\n“What archive?”
\n“Documents. Recordings. Bank transfers. Names.”
\nMarcus’s mouth went dry.
\n“And Hannah was going to expose it?”
\n“Eventually.”
\n“Did you kill her?”
\nEvelyn went silent.
\nMarcus asked again.
\n“Did you kill Hannah?”
\n“No.”
\n“Then who did?”
\n“I can show you.”
\nMarcus’s heart pounded.
\n“How?”
\n“Come to Martha’s Vineyard.”
\n“No.”
\n“Then you’ll never know.”
\n“I’ll let the police handle it.”
\n“The police?”
\nEvelyn laughed.
\n“Marcus, Hannah tried that.”
\nMarcus froze.
\n“What?”
\n“Three days before she died.”
\n“Who did she contact?”
\n“Detective Samuel Rhodes.”
\nMarcus looked toward the detective standing nearby.
\n“Find Samuel Rhodes.”
\nThe detective immediately began typing into his phone.
\nEvelyn continued.
\n“You won’t.”
\n“Why?”
\n“Because Samuel Rhodes died four days after Hannah.”
\nMarcus felt sick.
\n“How?”
\n“Car accident.”
\nThe words hit him.
\nMarcus slowly looked toward his SUV.
\nThe device attached near the brakes.
\nSame method.
\n“Was it an accident?”
\nEvelyn whispered:
\n“Now you’re learning.”
\nThe call ended.
\nMarcus immediately tried calling back.
\nDisconnected.
\nThe detective approached.
\n“She’s right.”
\nMarcus looked up.
\n“Samuel Rhodes died September 22, four years ago.”
\n“Four days after Hannah.”
\n“Yes.”
\n“Single vehicle?”
\nThe detective nodded.
\n“Brake failure.”
\nNobody spoke.
\nThen Naomi ran from the house.
\nShe had Marcus’s laptop in her hands.
\n“I recovered something.”
\nMarcus turned.
\n“What?”
\n“The deleted footage from the old camera.”
\n“What footage?”
\n“From the night Hannah died.”
\nMarcus stared at her.
\n“There shouldn’t be footage.”
\n“There is.”
\nNaomi opened the laptop.
\nA timestamp appeared.
\n12:04 A.M.
\nFour years earlier.
\nThe front door of Marcus’s house.
\nSomeone entered using a key.
\nMarcus leaned closer.
\nDaniel stood beside him.
\nThe person’s face was hidden beneath a hood.
\nThey walked directly upstairs.
\nThen came back down seven minutes later carrying something.
\nA red notebook.
\nMarcus stopped breathing.
\n“Hannah’s notebook.”
\nThe person reached the door.
\nPaused.
\nThen looked directly toward the camera.
\nNaomi froze the frame.
\nMarcus stared at the face.
\nDaniel whispered, “No.”
\nMarcus couldn’t move.
\nHe recognized the person.
\nNot Sarah.
\nNot Julian.
\nNot Evelyn.
\nSomeone who had been in his life for decades.
\nSomeone who had comforted him at Hannah’s funeral.
\nSomeone Lily still saw almost every month.
\nMarcus whispered:
\n“That’s Hannah’s mother.”
\nDaniel stared at him.
\n“Evelyn Vance?”
\nMarcus nodded.
\nLily suddenly spoke behind them.
\n“Grandma?”
\nMarcus turned.
\nLily looked confused.
\nThen she said something that made everyone in the room go silent.
\n“Grandma has the red book.”
\nMarcus crouched.
\n“What?”
\n“I saw it.”
\n“When?”
\n“Last Sunday.”
\nMarcus felt his pulse hammering.
\n“Where?”
\n“At Grandma’s house.”
\n“What was she doing with it?”
\nLily thought for a moment.
\n“She was crying.”
\nMarcus swallowed.
\n“Did she say anything?”
\nLily nodded.
\n“She didn’t know I was behind her.”
\n“What did she say?”
\nLily looked directly into her father’s eyes.
\n“She said, ‘Hannah, I’m sorry. I should’ve told Marcus who his real father was.'”
\nMarcus forgot how to breathe.
\nDaniel whispered, “What the hell?”
\nMarcus stared at Lily.
\n“My father?”
\nHis father, Thomas Vance, had died when Marcus was seventeen.
\nAt least that was what Marcus had been told.
\nThen Marcus’s phone vibrated.
\nA text message.
\nFrom Hannah’s mother.
\nEVELYN VANCE:
\nMarcus, don’t believe anything they tell you.
\nCome alone.
\nI have Hannah’s notebook.
\nMarcus typed immediately:
\nWhat did Hannah know about my father?
\nThree dots appeared.
\nThen disappeared.
\nThen appeared again.
\nFinally, the response arrived.
\nThomas Vance was not your biological father.
\nMarcus stared at the screen.
\nAnother message came.
\nAnd the man who is…
\nis still alive.
\nMarcus’s hands began shaking.
\nA third message appeared.
\nYou met him this morning.
\nMarcus slowly raised his eyes.
\nDaniel stood in front of him.
\nNaomi beside him.
\nPolice everywhere.
\nSarah in handcuffs.
\nJulian locked inside a cruiser.
\nCaleb being searched near the garage.
\nMarcus looked from face to face.
\nThen the police cruiser carrying Julian suddenly exploded into movement.
\nThe rear door flew open.
\nAn officer shouted.
\nJulian sprinted across the lawn.
\n“STOP!”
\nMarcus watched him run.
\nBut Julian wasn’t running toward the street.
\nHe was running toward Marcus.
\nTwo officers tackled him three feet away.
\nJulian screamed as they forced him down.
\n“YOU NEED TO LISTEN TO ME!”
\nMarcus stepped closer.
\n“Who is my father?”
\nJulian stopped struggling.
\nHis expression changed.
\nThen he laughed.
\n“She finally told you?”
\n“WHO?”
\nJulian looked straight into Marcus’s eyes.
\n“Marcus…”
\nHe smiled.
\n“Why do you think I’ve been protecting you?”
\nMarcus went completely still.
\nAnd Julian whispered:
\n“Because you’re my son.”
\nTO BE CONTINUED……………<\/p>\n
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