Dale\u2019s breathing became heavy.
\nPatrice held up one hand.
\n\u201cEnough.\u201d
\nShe leaned toward my phone.
\n\u201cDale, where is the Savannah townhouse?\u201d
\nHe didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cWe already have the address,\u201d Patrice lied.
\nThat got him.
\nHis breathing changed.
\n\u201cYou\u2019ve been there?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen you don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\nInteresting.
\nThere was something in the townhouse.
\nSomething he feared us finding.
\nI said:
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s in Savannah?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\n\u201cThat isn\u2019t true.\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s a house.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why do you care if we go?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s inside?\u201d
\nDale spoke softly.
\n\u201cCarol, don\u2019t go there.\u201d
\nEvery nerve in my body fired.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cJust don\u2019t.\u201d
\nThat was the first thing he had said all night that sounded genuinely afraid.
\nNot angry.
\nNot controlling.
\nAfraid.
\nPatrice heard it too.
\nShe wrote:
\nDO NOT GO ALONE.
\nThe officer stepped closer.
\nHe whispered:
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll secure the property.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nThen Dale said:
\n\u201cIf you send police there, this gets worse.\u201d
\nThe officer\u2019s eyes sharpened.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nDale stayed silent.
\n\u201cDale,\u201d I said.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s in the house?\u201d
\nHe whispered:
\n\u201cRecords.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat records?\u201d
\n\u201cOld ones.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom my father?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cDale.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cFinancial.\u201d
\n\u201cAnything else?\u201d
\nHe took too long to answer.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cA safe.\u201d
\nPatrice\u2019s eyes narrowed.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s in the safe?\u201d
\nDale replied:
\n\u201cCarol\u2019s.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cMy what?\u201d
\nHe said:
\n\u201cYour originals.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat originals?\u201d
\n\u201cEverything.\u201d
\nMy skin went cold.
\nBirth certificate.
\nSocial Security records.
\nOld tax forms.
\nMaybe copies of signatures.
\nMaybe medical records.
\nMaybe passport photos.
\nEverything needed to build another identity.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cYou stole my documents.\u201d
\n\u201cI protected them.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom me?\u201d
\n\u201cYou never understood what people could do with them.\u201d
\nI stared at the fake passport on the desk.
\n\u201cI think I understand now.\u201d
\nThen the line crackled.
\nDale said:
\n\u201cCarol.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cIf the police go into that house, tell them not to touch the basement wall.\u201d
\nThe room changed instantly.
\nPatrice went still.
\nThe officer stopped writing.
\nAshley covered her mouth.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cWhat wall?\u201d
\nDale didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s behind it?\u201d
\nHis breathing grew rough.
\nThen:
\n\u201cI have to go.\u201d
\n\u201cDale!\u201d
\nThe call disconnected.
\nI stared at the phone.
\nNo one moved.
\nThen the officer said:
\n\u201cWe\u2019re treating the Savannah property as potentially hazardous.\u201d
\nPatrice nodded.
\n\u201cGood.\u201d
\nAshley whispered:
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cIt means nobody here is going.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\nShe looked relieved.
\nI wasn\u2019t.
\nEvery answer seemed to open three new doors.
\nHanley sat down slowly.
\n\u201cCarol.\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cDid your father ever own property in Savannah?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nWalter answered:
\n\u201cHe did business there.\u201d
\nI looked at the other phone.
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cShipping investments.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat shipping investments?\u201d
\n\u201cSmall maritime companies.\u201d
\nPatrice frowned.
\n\u201cImport-export?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cLegitimate?\u201d
\nWalter hesitated.
\n\u201cThat depends on the year.\u201d
\nHanley cursed under his breath.
\nI rubbed my forehead.
\n\u201cWhy does every man connected to my family talk like that?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nThen Ryan called again.
\nPatrice put him on speaker.
\n\u201cI found the townhouse account.\u201d
\nMy heart jumped.
\n\u201cWhat account?\u201d
\n\u201cUtility records.\u201d
\n\u201cWhose name?\u201d
\n\u201cClaire Bennett.\u201d
\nAshley closed her eyes.
\nOf course.
\nI asked:
\n\u201cHow long?\u201d
\n\u201cEight years.\u201d
\nI stared at Patrice.
\n\u201cEight?\u201d
\nRyan continued:
\n\u201cElectricity, water, internet.\u201d
\n\u201cInternet?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSo somebody has been using that house.\u201d
\n\u201cLooks like it.\u201d
\nDale hadn\u2019t created the Claire Bennett identity recently.
\nHe had maintained it for eight years.
\nMaybe longer.
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cAny payments linked to Mercer Roofing?\u201d
\n\u201cSeveral.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cRenovation invoices.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\nRyan typed.
\n\u201cMajor renovation seven years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat renovation?\u201d
\n\u201cBasement.\u201d
\nEveryone looked at each other.
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cThe wall.\u201d
\nRyan said:
\n\u201cWhat wall?\u201d
\nI explained.
\nHe stopped typing.
\nThen:
\n\u201cThere\u2019s another invoice.\u201d
\n\u201cFor what?\u201d
\n\u201cSteel installation.\u201d
\nPatrice\u2019s face tightened.
\n\u201cSafe?\u201d
\nRyan replied:
\n\u201cDoesn\u2019t say.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nHe read:
\nSECURE STORAGE CONVERSION.
\nAshley whispered:
\n\u201cThis is insane.\u201d
\nRyan continued:
\n\u201cAnd there are recurring security charges.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout twelve hundred a month.\u201d
\nI stared at him through the phone.
\n\u201cFor eight years?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho pays?\u201d
\n\u201cBlue Harbor.\u201d
\nWalter cursed.
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nWalter said:
\n\u201cThat property wasn\u2019t for Carol.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cIt was a repository.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cA place to keep things.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat things?\u201d
\nHe went quiet.
\n\u201cWalter.\u201d
\n\u201cRecords.\u201d
\n\u201cMoney?\u201d
\n\u201cProbably.\u201d
\n\u201cDocuments?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat else?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cYou know.\u201d
\nHe sighed.
\n\u201cI suspect.\u201d
\n\u201cSay it.\u201d
\n\u201cLeverage.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhat leverage?\u201d
\n\u201cEvidence on people.\u201d
\nPatrice leaned forward.
\n\u201cBlackmail material.\u201d
\nWalter answered:
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nAshley looked sick.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cSo Dale kept secrets.\u201d
\nWalter replied:
\n\u201cNot secrets.\u201d
\n\u201cInsurance.\u201d
\nAgainst business partners.
\nAgainst accountants.
\nAgainst attorneys.
\nMaybe against my father.
\nMaybe against Walter.
\nMaybe against me.
\nI looked at Hanley.
\n\u201cCould my father have known?\u201d
\nHe shook his head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen Walter spoke again.
\n\u201cCarol.\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something I never told your father.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cOf course there is.\u201d
\nHe ignored the bitterness.
\n\u201cYears ago, Dale asked me to move cash through Savannah.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout two million total.\u201d
\n\u201cFor what?\u201d
\n\u201cI never knew.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cOver a three-year period.\u201d
\n\u201cBefore my father died?\u201d
\n\u201cSome before.\u201d
\n\u201cSome after.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat quickened.
\n\u201cWhere did it go?\u201d
\n\u201cWithdrawals.\u201d
\n\u201cBy who?\u201d
\nWalter hesitated.
\n\u201cPeople using aliases.\u201d
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cWhich aliases?\u201d
\n\u201cI remember one.\u201d
\nMy skin prickled.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cClaire Bennett.\u201d
\nAshley gasped.
\nI stared at the fake passport.
\nEight years of utilities.
\nYears of cash withdrawals.
\nOld identity documents.
\nA basement.
\nA hidden wall.
\nThis was bigger than Dale trying to steal a trust.
\nMuch bigger.
\nThen Ryan interrupted.
\n\u201cI found something else.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA visitor log.\u201d
\n\u201cFor where?\u201d
\n\u201cThe Savannah property.\u201d
\nPatrice sat up.
\n\u201cHow did you get that?\u201d
\n\u201cSecurity company portal.\u201d
\n\u201cRead the names.\u201d
\nRyan began.
\nMost meant nothing to me.
\nContractors.
\nDelivery services.
\nMaintenance workers.
\nThen:
\n\u201cWalter Price.\u201d
\nWalter went silent.
\nI looked at the speaker.
\n\u201cYou\u2019ve been there.\u201d
\nHe didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cWalter.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cYears ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cDale asked me to bring records.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat records?\u201d
\n\u201cYour father\u2019s.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\nPatrice leaned closer.
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cBank files.\u201d
\n\u201cTrust documents.\u201d
\n\u201cCopies of old correspondence.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cYou helped him build that room.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou carried my father\u2019s records into it.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou knew what he was doing.\u201d
\n\u201cNot everything.\u201d
\nI laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cNone of you ever knew everything.\u201d
\nThen Ryan said:
\n\u201cThere are more names.\u201d
\n\u201cKeep reading.\u201d
\n\u201cRichard Bell.\u201d
\nHanley froze.
\nDale\u2019s attorney.
\nThe man who handled my father\u2019s estate.
\nMy stomach dropped again.
\n\u201cDates?\u201d
\n\u201cMultiple.\u201d
\n\u201cHow recent?\u201d
\n\u201cLast year.\u201d
\nPatrice cursed.
\nThen Ryan stopped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nI asked.
\nHis voice changed.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s one name I wasn\u2019t expecting.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\n\u201cThomas Hanley.\u201d
\nEvery person in the office turned toward him.
\nHanley went pale.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nRyan repeated:
\n\u201cThomas Hanley.\u201d
\nMy lawyer.
\nMy father\u2019s lawyer.
\nThe man sitting across from me.
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhen were you in Savannah?\u201d
\nHe shook his head.
\n\u201cI\u2019ve never been to that townhouse.\u201d
\nRyan answered:
\n\u201cThe visitor log says otherwise.\u201d
\nHanley stood.
\n\u201cThat is impossible.\u201d
\nPatrice looked at him carefully.
\n\u201cCould someone have used your name?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cCould someone have used your ID?\u201d
\nHanley stopped.
\nHis face changed.
\nI noticed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cEleven years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cMy wallet was stolen.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cTwo weeks after your father died.\u201d
\nNobody spoke.
\nHanley continued.
\n\u201cDriver\u2019s license.\u201d
\n\u201cBar card.\u201d
\n\u201cOffice key.\u201d
\n\u201cEverything.\u201d
\nPatrice whispered:
\n\u201cOh no.\u201d
\nHanley turned toward the safe.
\n\u201cThe office key.\u201d
\nMy father\u2019s files.
\nThe copied estate records.
\nThe letters.
\nThe signatures.
\nMaybe Dale had not needed someone inside Hanley\u2019s office.
\nMaybe he had the key himself.
\nThen Ryan spoke again.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s another Hanley entry.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cThree weeks ago.\u201d
\nHanley shook his head.
\n\u201cI was in Atlanta three weeks ago.\u201d
\n\u201cCan you prove it?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHotel.\u201d
\n\u201cConference.\u201d
\n\u201cWitnesses.\u201d
\nPatrice\u2019s eyes narrowed.
\n\u201cThen someone is still using your identity.\u201d
\nI felt cold.
\nNot one fake identity.
\nSeveral.
\nClaire Bennett.
\nPossibly Hanley.
\nMaybe others.
\nDale had built a world where names were tools.
\nThen the officer\u2019s phone rang.
\nHe answered.
\nListened.
\nSaid nothing for almost a minute.
\nHis face became grave.
\nHe ended the call.
\nI stood.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe looked directly at me.
\n\u201cSavannah police reached the townhouse.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cThey confirmed the property is occupied.\u201d
\nAshley gasped.
\n\u201cBy who?\u201d
\nThe officer hesitated.
\n\u201cThey don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a woman inside.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nPatrice stood.
\n\u201cWhat woman?\u201d
\n\u201cThey haven\u2019t identified her.\u201d
\nThen he added:
\n\u201cBut she answered the door using the name Claire Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
PART 11 \u2014 THE WOMAN CALLING HERSELF CLAIRE BENNETT<\/h1>\n
\u201cBut she answered the door using the name Claire Bennett.\u201d
\nNobody in Hanley\u2019s office moved.
\nFor a second, I thought I had misheard.
\nAshley whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\nThe officer shook his head.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s the name she gave.\u201d
\nI looked at the fake passport sealed in evidence.
\nMy photograph.
\nClaire Bennett\u2019s name.
\nAnd now a real woman in Savannah claiming to be Claire.
\nPatrice stepped closer.
\n\u201cHow old is she?\u201d
\nThe officer checked his notes.
\n\u201cMid-fifties, approximately.\u201d
\nAshley went pale.
\n\u201cMy aunt would be around that age.\u201d
\nWalter spoke from the phone.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHis voice had changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cClaire Bennett is dead.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow sure?\u201d
\n\u201cI attended the funeral.\u201d
\nAshley slowly sat down.
\n\u201cSo who is in that house?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nThe officer\u2019s phone buzzed again.
\nHe listened to a voice message.
\nThen looked at us.
\n\u201cShe has identification.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cDriver\u2019s license.\u201d
\n\u201cPassport.\u201d
\n\u201cBank cards.\u201d
\n\u201cAll in the name Claire Bennett.\u201d
\nPatrice frowned.
\n\u201cPhotograph matches the woman?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI stared at Walter\u2019s phone.
\n\u201cYou said Claire died.\u201d
\n\u201cShe did.\u201d
\n\u201cThen explain this.\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d
\nHanley moved behind his desk.
\n\u201cWhat year did Claire die?\u201d
\nWalter answered.
\n\u201c1999.\u201d
\n\u201cCause?\u201d
\n\u201cCar crash.\u201d
\n\u201cDeath certificate?\u201d
\n\u201cThere should be one.\u201d
\nPatrice immediately said:
\n\u201cWe need it.\u201d
\nThe officer nodded.
\n\u201cInvestigators will verify.\u201d
\nAshley\u2019s voice shook.
\n\u201cMy mother always told me she was an only child.\u201d
\nWalter said nothing.
\nI noticed.
\n\u201cWalter.\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t Ashley\u2019s mother tell her about Claire?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cWalter.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou keep knowing enough to scare everyone and then suddenly knowing nothing.\u201d
\nHe sighed.
\n\u201cBecause I wasn\u2019t part of that family.\u201d
\n\u201cBut Dale was.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Dale knew Claire.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd now there is a woman using Claire\u2019s identity in a house Dale controls.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI rubbed my temples.
\n\u201cThen one of two things is true.\u201d
\nPatrice looked at me.
\n\u201cEither Claire didn\u2019t die.\u201d
\n\u201cOr someone has spent years pretending to be her.\u201d
\nWalter quietly said:
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a third possibility.\u201d
\nI stared at the phone.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe woman who died wasn\u2019t Claire.\u201d
\nThe room went dead silent.
\nAshley whispered, \u201cWhat?\u201d
\nWalter continued.
\n\u201cI said possibility.\u201d
\n\u201cNot fact.\u201d
\nPatrice said sharply.
\n\u201cWhat makes you even suggest that?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause the crash was bad.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cHow bad?\u201d
\n\u201cVehicle fire.\u201d
\nAshley covered her mouth.
\nWalter continued.
\n\u201cThe body was identified through belongings.\u201d
\nHanley frowned.
\n\u201cNot dental records?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d
\n\u201cDNA?\u201d
\n\u201cThis was 1999.\u201d
\nPatrice looked at the officer.
\n\u201cThat needs checking immediately.\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\nI felt cold all over.
\nThe officer\u2019s radio crackled again.
\nThen he raised a hand.
\n\u201cSavannah officers are asking the woman to remain at the property voluntarily.\u201d
\n\u201cIs she cooperating?\u201d
\n\u201cSo far.\u201d
\nI asked:
\n\u201cDid they tell her about Dale?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cGood.\u201d
\nPatrice agreed.
\nThen the officer added:
\n\u201cShe asked one question.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe looked directly at me.
\n\u201cShe asked if Carol Mercer was alive.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nAshley gasped.
\nPatrice went still.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cShe knows me.\u201d
\nThe officer nodded.
\n\u201cApparently.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cWhat exactly did she say?\u201d
\nHe read from the message.
\n\u201cBefore I answer anything, tell me whether Carol Mercer is alive.\u201d
\nI stared at the wall.
\nA stranger in Savannah.
\nUsing a dead woman\u2019s name.
\nLiving inside Dale\u2019s secret property.
\nAnd the first thing she wanted to know was whether I was alive.
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cDid the officers answer her?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cGood.\u201d
\nAshley looked at me.
\n\u201cCarol, what if she knows what Dale planned?\u201d
\nI already feared that.
\nThen my phone rang.
\nUnknown number.
\nEveryone looked at it.
\nThe officer said:
\n\u201cDon\u2019t answer yet.\u201d
\nHe checked with someone.
\nThen nodded.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s Savannah PD.\u201d
\nI answered on speaker.
\n\u201cMrs. Mercer?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThis is Detective Nolan with Savannah Police.\u201d
\nHis voice was calm.
\nProfessional.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re at the residence connected to your husband.\u201d
\n\u201cI understand.\u201d
\n\u201cWe have a woman here who says she needs to speak with you.\u201d
\nPatrice shook her head.
\nI said:
\n\u201cMy attorney is with me.\u201d
\n\u201cUnderstood.\u201d
\n\u201cWho is she?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what we\u2019re trying to determine.\u201d
\n\u201cDid she give you the name Claire Bennett?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you believe her?\u201d
\n\u201cNot yet.\u201d
\nI appreciated that answer.
\nDetective Nolan continued.
\n\u201cShe claims she can explain the passport.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cShe says the passport found with Mr. Mercer was never meant for you.\u201d
\nI looked at Patrice.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cShe won\u2019t tell us.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe says she will only tell Carol.\u201d
\nPatrice leaned toward the phone.
\n\u201cThat is not happening privately.\u201d
\nNolan said:
\n\u201cI agree.\u201d
\n\u201cPut her on speaker with officers present.\u201d
\nThere was movement.
\nMuffled voices.
\nThen a woman spoke.
\n\u201cCarol?\u201d
\nHer voice was low.
\nOlder than mine.
\nBut something about it made my skin prickle.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nShe inhaled sharply.
\n\u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nI swallowed.
\n\u201cWho are you?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen:
\n\u201cMy name isn\u2019t Claire.\u201d
\nAshley stood.
\nI gripped the phone.
\n\u201cThen what is it?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cMy name is Rebecca Shaw.\u201d
\nI looked around the room.
\nNobody recognized it.
\n\u201cWho are you?\u201d
\nRebecca answered:
\n\u201cI worked for Dale.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cYears ago.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cAlmost twenty.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d
\n\u201cI kept records.\u201d
\nPatrice mouthed:
\nBOOKKEEPER?
\nI asked:
\n\u201cFor Mercer Roofing?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen for what?\u201d
\nRebecca hesitated.
\n\u201cFor the businesses he never told you about.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat quickened.
\n\u201cWhat businesses?\u201d
\n\u201cAll of them.\u201d
\nBlue Harbor.
\nBriar Oak.
\nSouthern Harbor.
\nMaybe more.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cWhy are you using Claire Bennett\u2019s identity?\u201d
\nRebecca started crying.
\nQuietly.
\n\u201cBecause Dale told me Claire was dead and nobody would ever look for her.\u201d
\nAshley covered her mouth.
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cHow long?\u201d
\n\u201cEight years.\u201d
\nThe utility records.
\nThe bank cards.
\nThe passport.
\nEverything matched.
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cDid Dale create the identity for you?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nRebecca replied:
\n\u201cTo hide me.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cFrom who?\u201d
\n\u201cWalter.\u201d
\nWalter erupted through the other phone.
\n\u201cThat is a lie.\u201d
\nRebecca heard him.
\nHer breathing stopped.
\n\u201cWalter?\u201d
\nHe shouted:
\n\u201cRebecca, don\u2019t you dare.\u201d
\nPatrice grabbed Walter\u2019s phone.
\n\u201cStop talking.\u201d
\nBut something had already happened.
\nRebecca\u2019s voice changed.
\nPure fear.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s there?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cCarol, get away from him.\u201d
\nWalter shouted again:
\n\u201cShe\u2019s lying!\u201d
\nRebecca cried:
\n\u201cHe knows exactly who I am.\u201d
\nI stared at Walter\u2019s phone.
\n\u201cYou said you didn\u2019t know who was in Savannah.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nRebecca whispered:
\n\u201cHe absolutely did.\u201d
\nPatrice\u2019s voice sharpened.
\n\u201cRebecca, explain.\u201d
\nRebecca took a trembling breath.
\n\u201cTwenty years ago, Dale hired me to keep a second set of books.\u201d
\nHanley sat slowly.
\n\u201cFor what?\u201d
\n\u201cMoney Walter was moving.\u201d
\nWalter snapped:
\n\u201cI never worked with you.\u201d
\nRebecca laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou paid me through other people.\u201d
\nPatrice said:
\n\u201cKeep going.\u201d
\nRebecca continued.
\n\u201cDale was collecting evidence against Walter.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cTo control him.\u201d
\nThat matched what Walter had already admitted.
\nBlackmail.
\nLeverage.
\nRebecca said:
\n\u201cDale kept everything.\u201d
\n\u201cTransfers.\u201d
\n\u201cNames.\u201d
\n\u201cFake companies.\u201d
\n\u201cCash withdrawals.\u201d
\n\u201cWalter\u2019s payments.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd later, other people too.\u201d
\nI looked at Patrice.
\n\u201cThe Savannah basement.\u201d
\nRebecca whispered:
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s behind the wall?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cRebecca.\u201d
\n\u201cFiles.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cHundreds.\u201d
\n\u201cOn who?\u201d
\n\u201cBusiness owners.\u201d
\n\u201cAccountants.\u201d
\n\u201cLawyers.\u201d
\n\u201cLocal officials.\u201d
\nThe officer near the door looked sharply at her voice coming through the phone.
\nRebecca continued.
\n\u201cDale didn\u2019t just hide money.\u201d
\n\u201cHe collected secrets.\u201d
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cFor blackmail?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nWalter shouted:
\n\u201cShe was part of it!\u201d
\nRebecca fired back:
\n\u201cI kept records because he threatened me!\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat threat?\u201d
\nShe cried harder.
\n\u201cMy son.\u201d
\nThe room went quiet.
\n\u201cWhat about your son?\u201d
\n\u201cDale knew where he lived.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he threaten?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said if I ever talked, my son would be charged for fraud.\u201d
\n\u201cWas your son involved?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cBut Dale put his name on documents.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\nAnother innocent person made to look guilty.
\nJust like me.
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cWhen did you become Claire Bennett?\u201d
\n\u201cEight years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy then?\u201d
\n\u201cWalter started asking questions.\u201d
\nWalter said:
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not true.\u201d
\nRebecca shouted:
\n\u201cYou found my name!\u201d
\nWalter went silent.
\nThat silence told me more than his denial.
\nRebecca continued.
\n\u201cDale told me I needed to disappear.\u201d
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cJust like he planned for me.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy skin went cold.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cHe gave me Claire\u2019s identification.\u201d
\n\u201cHe moved me to Savannah.\u201d
\n\u201cHe paid the bills.\u201d
\n\u201cHe told everyone I had left Georgia.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy did you stay?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I was afraid.\u201d
\n\u201cFor eight years?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nHer voice cracked.
\n\u201cAnd because he kept saying he could destroy my son.\u201d
\nI sat down.
\nDale had done this before.
\nThe fake identity.
\nThe hidden property.
\nThe threat.
\nHe wasn\u2019t improvising with me.
\nHe was repeating a system.
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cRebecca, why did you ask whether Carol was alive?\u201d
\nThe line went quiet.
\nI held my breath.
\nThen she whispered:
\n\u201cBecause Dale called me three days ago.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said I might have company.\u201d
\nI felt cold.
\n\u201cWhat kind of company?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said a woman would arrive.\u201d
\n\u201cSleeping.\u201d
\nNobody moved.
\nPatrice\u2019s face hardened.
\nRebecca continued.
\n\u201cHe told me not to ask questions.\u201d
\n\u201cHe said I needed to change her clothes.\u201d
\n\u201cDye her hair.\u201d
\n\u201cPut the wig on her.\u201d
\nAshley started sobbing.
\nMy body went numb.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\nRebecca cried.
\n\u201cHe said we would drive south.\u201d
\n\u201cTo Florida?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen Belize?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\nThe plan was real.
\nNot theory.
\nNot suspicion.
\nReal.
\nI forced myself to ask:
\n\u201cWhat were you supposed to do when I woke up?\u201d
\nRebecca hesitated.
\n\u201cTell you your name was Claire Bennett.\u201d
\nI stared at the floor.
\n\u201cThat wouldn\u2019t work.\u201d
\n\u201cI told him that.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\nHer voice broke.
\n\u201cHe said you wouldn\u2019t remember much.\u201d
\nPatrice stood.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he mention drugs?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy stomach twisted.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\n\u201cThat you would be confused.\u201d
\n\u201cFor how long?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe days.\u201d
\nAshley whispered:
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nRebecca continued:
\n\u201cHe said after Belize, it wouldn\u2019t matter.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cWhat wouldn\u2019t matter?\u201d
\n\u201cWhether you believed the identity.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nRebecca stayed silent too long.
\nMy voice shook.
\n\u201cRebecca.\u201d
\nThen she whispered:
\n\u201cBecause Carol Mercer would already be wanted for fraud.\u201d
\nThere it was.
\nExactly what Walter said.
\nMake me look guilty.
\nMake me disappear.
\nLet everyone assume I fled.
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cAnd the insurance policy?\u201d
\nRebecca went silent.
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cYou know about that too?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cWas Dale planning to kill me?\u201d
\nRebecca cried harder.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cThat is not good enough.\u201d
\n\u201cI swear.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why insure me for five million?\u201d
\n\u201cI asked him.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\nRebecca\u2019s breathing became ragged.
\n\u201cHe said there were two endings.\u201d
\nThe entire room froze.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cWhat two endings?\u201d
\nShe sobbed.
\n\u201cIf you cooperated, you disappeared.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd if I didn\u2019t?\u201d
\nRebecca could barely say the words.
\n\u201cIf you didn\u2019t\u2026 he said the trust would pay him another way.\u201d
\nNo one moved.
\nI felt Patrice\u2019s hand on my shoulder.
\nThe officer near the door spoke softly into his radio.
\nI whispered:
\n\u201cHe meant the insurance.\u201d
\nRebecca said nothing.
\nI didn\u2019t need her to.
\nThen something unexpected happened.
\nWalter started laughing.
\nNot loudly.
\nNot happily.
\nA tired, bitter laugh.
\nI turned toward his phone.
\n\u201cWhat is funny?\u201d
\nHe said:
\n\u201cDale still thinks he\u2019s the smartest man in the room.\u201d
\nRebecca\u2019s voice sharpened.
\n\u201cShut up, Walter.\u201d
\nHe ignored her.
\n\u201cCarol.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe insurance policy can\u2019t pay Dale.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cHe never changed the controlling beneficiary properly.\u201d
\nPatrice leaned closer.
\n\u201cExplain.\u201d
\nWalter replied:
\n\u201cDale forged too much.\u201d
\n\u201cThe trust beneficiary designation conflicts with an older irrevocable clause.\u201d
\nHanley frowned.
\n\u201cWhat clause?\u201d
\nWalter said:
\n\u201cOne your father added.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cWhat does it do?\u201d
\n\u201cIf Carol dies under suspicious circumstances while Dale is under investigation for financial misconduct, the policy proceeds bypass him.\u201d
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cWho gets the money?\u201d
\nWalter hesitated.
\nThen:
\n\u201cThe beneficiary becomes the Eleanor Hall Legacy Trust.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cSo Dale gets nothing.\u201d
\n\u201cCorrect.\u201d
\nI felt something almost like relief.
\nAlmost.
\nThen Rebecca whispered:
\n\u201cHe didn\u2019t know that.\u201d
\nEveryone went quiet.
\nWalter said:
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cHe didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nRebecca continued:
\n\u201cAnd when he finds out\u2026\u201d
\nShe stopped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nI asked.
\n\u201cHe\u2019ll panic.\u201d
\nPatrice looked toward the officer.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s already in custody.\u201d
\nRebecca answered:
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t understand.\u201d
\nHer voice was terrified.
\n\u201cDale planned for that too.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cHe has people.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat people?\u201d
\n\u201cPeople who owe him.\u201d
\n\u201cPeople he has files on.\u201d
\n\u201cPeople who are scared of what\u2019s behind that basement wall.\u201d
\nThe officer moved toward the door.
\nRebecca continued:
\n\u201cIf Dale thinks those files are about to be seized, he won\u2019t care about the money anymore.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat will he care about?\u201d
\n\u201cDestroying the records.\u201d
\nPatrice asked:
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nRebecca went silent.
\nThen I heard Detective Nolan in the background.
\n\u201cMa\u2019am, step away from that door.\u201d
\nA loud sound followed.
\nRebecca screamed.
\nThe line crackled.
\n\u201cRebecca?\u201d
\nNo answer.
\n\u201cRebecca!\u201d
\nThen Detective Nolan shouted:
\n\u201cEverybody out! Now!\u201d
\nThe call filled with chaos.
\nRunning.
\nA door slamming.
\nSomeone yelling.
\nThen the connection dropped.
\nI stared at the phone.
\nThe officer in Hanley\u2019s office immediately grabbed his radio.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nNo answer yet.
\nSeconds felt like minutes.
\nThen his radio exploded with voices.
\nSavannah unit.
\nPossible incendiary device.
\nBasement.
\nEvacuating property.
\nMy stomach turned.
\nAshley covered her face.
\nPatrice whispered:
\n\u201cDale built a way to destroy the evidence.\u201d
\nThen Hanley\u2019s office phone rang.
\nHe answered.
\nHis face changed instantly.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe looked at me.
\nThen at the officer.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d I asked.
\nHanley slowly lowered the phone.
\n\u201cThat was the detention facility.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cWhat about Dale?\u201d
\nHanley\u2019s face had gone white.
\n\u201cThey went to move him for formal processing.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\nHis voice barely came out.
\n\u201cDale wasn\u2019t in the holding room.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nThe officer grabbed his radio.
\nHanley whispered:
\n\u201cHe\u2019s gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
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