Author: JM Nab

For a long moment, I simply stared at the envelope. My name looked strangely unfamiliar in Daniel’s handwriting. Almost clinical. As though I were a passenger on one of his …

PART 9: HE HAD ALREADY SIGNED THEM Read More

The room went completely silent. I stared at Rachel. “If it wasn’t Daniel… then who was it?” Rachel looked down at the notes she had written during the call. “The …

PART 12: THE WOMAN AT THE BANK Read More

No one spoke. The old photograph remained on the conference table like a witness that had waited years to testify. I picked it up. Daniel stood in the center with …

PART 15: THE DEAL I NEVER KNEW ABOUT Read More

Rachel didn’t look surprised. She simply watched Daniel. “You want to change your answer?” she asked. Daniel stared at the photograph. His hands were trembling. “No.” His voice was barely …

PART 19: THE NAME HE HAD HIDDEN FOR TWELVE YEARS Read More

No one answered Rachel’s question. The television continued playing behind us. A reporter repeated the same headline. “Evelyn Mercer, considered a material witness, is believed to have disappeared sometime within …

PART 22: THE LETTER WAS ALREADY OLD Read More

For several seconds, no one breathed. Rachel enlarged the scan again. The black ink covered most of the father’s name. But the last four letters remained visible. C… O… L… …

PART 25: THE NAME UNDER THE INK Read More

No one moved. The alley seemed to shrink around us. Rainwater dripped from a fire escape somewhere overhead. The man stood beneath the yellow security light with his hands visible …

PART 28: THE MAN WHO CALLED HIM JONATHAN Read More

None of us spoke during the drive to the Harbor Grand Hotel. Rachel drove. Marcus watched the rearview mirror every few seconds. Daniel sat beside me in complete silence. The …

PART 32: ROOM 814 Read More

My hands trembled as I held the letter. The paper was soft from being folded and unfolded hundreds of times. Daniel looked away. “I wrote it almost a year ago.” …

PART 35: THE LETTER I WAS NEVER MEANT TO READ Read More

For three long seconds, none of us moved. The only sound in the room was Daniel crying. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Quietly. Like a man mourning nineteen years he could …

PART 38 ( END): THE FIRE AT THE ARCHIVE Read More