Then the recording ended.
\nNo one spoke.
\nFinally Ramirez said,
\n\u201cThey don\u2019t just want the memory card.\u201d
\n\u201cThey want the ledger.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cAnd they think Emily knows where it is.\u201d
\nI looked at the photograph again.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re already at the workshop.\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cThe photo could\u2019ve been taken earlier.\u201d
\nMy heart jumped.
\n\u201cYou think Emily might not be there anymore?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t assume anything.\u201d
\nHer radio crackled.
\nUnits were moving quietly toward Lake Mason.
\nNo sirens.
\nNo lights.
\nThen the technician spoke.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s another file.\u201d
\nI turned.
\n\u201cWhich one?\u201d
\n\u201cHidden directory.\u201d
\nHe opened it.
\nInside was a text document.
\nOnly one sentence.
\nIF FOSTER IS READING THIS, CHECK THE BLUE HOUSE.
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhat blue house?\u201d
\nRamirez shook her head.
\nThen Noah spoke.
\n\u201cGrandpa\u2019s fishing house.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a blue house near the lake.\u201d
\nI remembered.
\nNot ours.
\nAn abandoned cabin about half a mile from Dad\u2019s workshop.
\nDad used to call it the blue house because its paint had faded into a strange gray-blue color.
\n\u201cWhat does that have to do with Foster?\u201d
\nNoah whispered,
\n\u201cMommy went there.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cBefore Daddy brought me.\u201d
\nMy heart started pounding again.
\n\u201cShe took you?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I waited in the car.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she do?\u201d
\n\u201cShe carried a box inside.\u201d
\nRamirez immediately radioed the location.
\nThen my phone rang.
\nUnknown number.
\nEveryone froze.
\nI answered on speaker.
\nMark.
\n\u201cSarah.\u201d
\nHis voice was calm.
\nToo calm.
\n\u201cPut Emily on.\u201d
\nHe laughed softly.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re in no position to make demands.\u201d
\n\u201cLet me hear her.\u201d
\nA pause.
\nThen Emily\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cSarah!\u201d
\nShe sounded terrified.
\n\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t come!\u201d
\nSomething hit her.
\nShe cried out.
\nI screamed,
\n\u201cMARK!\u201d
\nHis voice returned.
\n\u201cMidnight.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d
\n\u201cThe memory card.\u201d
\n\u201cYou already know about the ledger.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nI had guessed correctly.
\nThen Mark\u2019s voice changed.
\n\u201cYou watched the video.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThat was a mistake.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at Ramirez.
\n\u201cThat was your mistake.\u201d
\nMark went quiet.
\nThen,
\n\u201cBring the card to the workshop.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Emily walks away?\u201d
\n\u201cIf you do exactly what I say.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd the ledger?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cBring that too.\u201d
\nI almost laughed.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t even know where it is.\u201d
\nHis silence confirmed it.
\nEmily hadn\u2019t told him.
\nGood.
\nThat meant she had protected the one thing he still needed.
\nMark spoke again.
\n\u201cYou have forty minutes.\u201d
\nThe call ended.
\nRamirez immediately said,
\n\u201cWe\u2019re not giving him forty.\u201d
\nUnits were already near the lake.
\nBut then another radio call came.
\nThe first team had reached the workshop.
\nMy entire body tensed.
\n\u201cWhat did they find?\u201d
\nRamirez listened.
\nThen looked at me.
\n\u201cThe red door is open.\u201d
\nMy heart dropped.
\n\u201cEmily?\u201d
\n\u201cNo visible hostages.\u201d
\n\u201cMark?\u201d
\n\u201cNo one.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey\u2019re clearing the building.\u201d
\nSeconds passed.
\nThen another update.
\nEmpty.
\nCompletely empty.
\nNo Emily.
\nNo Mark.
\nNo Foster.
\nJust a chair in the middle of the room.
\nRope on the floor.
\nAnd blood.
\nI grabbed the edge of the table.
\n\u201cWhose blood?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nThen Ramirez received another message.
\n\u201cWait.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThey found a phone.\u201d
\n\u201cEmily\u2019s?\u201d
\n\u201cLooks like it.\u201d
\nMy knees nearly gave out.
\nBut then the officer at the workshop said something else.
\nThe phone was playing an audio file on repeat.
\nRamirez put the radio on speaker.
\nEmily\u2019s recorded voice came through.
\n\u201cIf Sarah hears this, tell her the red door is a trap.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nOf course.
\nEmily had tried to warn me.
\nHer recording continued.
\n\u201cThey moved me after taking the picture.\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cI heard Foster say they\u2019re going to the blue house.\u201d
\nRamirez immediately shouted into the radio.
\n\u201cRedirect all available units to the blue cabin!\u201d
\nMy heart raced.
\nThen Emily\u2019s recording continued.
\n\u201cThey think the ledger is there.\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re wrong.\u201d
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re wrong?\u201d
\nThe recording continued.
\n\u201cThe ledger was never inside the workshop.\u201d
\nI stared at Ramirez.
\nThen Emily said,
\n\u201cDad moved it years ago.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nDad?
\nHow did Dad know about Rebecca\u2019s evidence?
\nEmily\u2019s voice shook.
\n\u201cHe found Rebecca the night she disappeared.\u201d
\nI gripped the table.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nRamirez looked at me.
\nEmily continued.
\n\u201cShe was alive.\u201d
\nEverything inside me froze.
\nDad had found Rebecca alive.
\nFourteen years ago.
\nAnd never told us.
\nThe recording continued.
\n\u201cShe gave him the ledger and begged him to hide it.\u201d
\nI whispered,
\n\u201cDad knew.\u201d
\nRamirez said nothing.
\nEmily\u2019s voice grew softer.
\n\u201cHe promised Rebecca he would protect it until she could come back.\u201d
\nCome back.
\nThose words hit me.
\nNot until police found her.
\nNot until Mark was arrested.
\nUntil she could come back.
\nI stared at the phone.
\nRebecca might have survived.
\nEmily continued.
\n\u201cDad didn\u2019t put the ledger in the workshop.\u201d
\nThen came a short pause.
\n\u201cHe hid it somewhere Foster would never search.\u201d
\nMy mind raced.
\nDad\u2019s basement?
\nMom\u2019s attic?
\nA bank box?
\nThen Emily said,
\n\u201cHe hid it with the dead.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\nRamirez frowned.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nBut I knew.
\nDad had been buried six years ago.
\nAnd before his funeral, he had insisted on one strange thing.
\nNo cremation.
\nNo closed casket.
\nAnd his old military footlocker had been placed beneath the casket inside the burial vault because he said it contained \u201cprivate family things.\u201d
\nAt the time, Mom had cried and told everyone not to argue.
\nI had forgotten completely.
\nUntil now.
\nI whispered,
\n\u201cThe cemetery.\u201d
\nRamirez stared at me.
\nEmily\u2019s recording ended.
\nAt that exact moment, Noah tugged my sleeve.
\n\u201cAunt Sarah.\u201d
\nI looked down.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMommy told me one more thing.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cIf you figure out where Grandpa hid it\u2026 don\u2019t go there.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nNoah\u2019s eyes filled with fear.
\n\u201cBecause Daddy already knows.\u201d
\nMy phone buzzed.
\nA new photograph appeared.
\nThis one showed the entrance to Greenwood Memorial Cemetery.
\nTaken minutes ago.
\nHeadlights illuminated the closed gates.
\nAnd parked beside them was the black sedan.
\nThen a second message appeared.
\nMIDNIGHT CHANGED.
\nCOME NOW.
\nALONE.
\nOR EMILY GOES INTO THE SAME GROUND AS YOUR FATHER.<\/p>\n
PART 7 \u2014 THE GRAVE BENEATH THE LIGHTS<\/h1>\n
I read the message twice.
\nCOME NOW.
\nALONE.
\nOR EMILY GOES INTO THE SAME GROUND AS YOUR FATHER.
\nOfficer Ramirez took the phone from my hand.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cThey have her.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd they want you emotional.\u201d
\n\u201cThey\u2019ll kill her.\u201d
\n\u201cThey might kill both of you if you go alone.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWhat choice do I have?\u201d
\n\u201cThe choice not to follow instructions written by kidnappers.\u201d
\nNoah started crying again.
\n\u201cAunt Sarah\u2026\u201d
\nI knelt in front of him.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re getting your mom back.\u201d
\n\u201cDaddy said he\u2019d hurt her.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cAt home.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\n\u201cWhat exactly did he say?\u201d
\nNoah wiped his face.
\n\u201cHe said Mommy was making everything harder.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said, \u2018If she keeps digging, she\u2019ll end up next to Rebecca.\u2019\u201d
\nOfficer Ramirez looked at me.
\n\u201cThat matters.\u201d
\nI already knew.
\nBut something else bothered me.
\n\u201cWhy would Mark threaten to put Emily in the same place as Dad if Rebecca disappeared years before Dad died?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nThen the forensic technician looked up from the laptop.
\n\u201cThere may be another layer to the memory card.\u201d
\nRamirez turned.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMetadata.\u201d
\nHe clicked through folders.
\n\u201cOne of the files was created much more recently than the rest.\u201d
\n\u201cHow recently?\u201d
\n\u201cThree weeks ago.\u201d
\nMy pulse jumped.
\n\u201cBy Emily?\u201d
\n\u201cProbably.\u201d
\nHe opened the file.
\nIt was another audio recording.
\nEmily\u2019s voice filled the room.
\n\u201cSarah, if you\u2019ve reached this recording, then you know Dad found Rebecca.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\n\u201cBut there\u2019s something I didn\u2019t tell Noah.\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cRebecca didn\u2019t disappear the night Mark thought she did.\u201d
\nRamirez looked at me.
\nEmily continued.
\n\u201cDad helped her leave.\u201d
\nMy heart slammed.
\n\u201cLeave where?\u201d
\nOf course the recording couldn\u2019t answer me.
\n\u201cHe drove her across state lines and gave her money.\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cRebecca stayed hidden because Foster was still in law enforcement.\u201d
\nI stared at the technician.
\n\u201cKeep playing.\u201d
\nEmily\u2019s voice became shakier.
\n\u201cShe contacted Dad for years through prepaid phones.\u201d
\nMy eyes filled.
\nDad had carried this alone.
\nAll those years.
\n\u201cAnd after Dad died, Rebecca contacted me.\u201d
\nI whispered,
\n\u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nRebecca was alive.
\nAt least after Dad died.
\nEmily continued.
\n\u201cShe told me Mark had started the same scheme again.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cWith me.\u201d
\nThere it was.
\nEmily had realized she was becoming the second Rebecca.
\nSame financial fraud.
\nSame intimidation.
\nSame man.
\nSame cover-up.
\nEmily continued.
\n\u201cShe sent me copies of everything.\u201d
\nThe technician paused the recording.
\n\u201cCopies?\u201d
\nI looked at Ramirez.
\n\u201cThen the ledger might not be the only evidence.\u201d
\nRamirez nodded.
\nThe recording resumed.
\n\u201cBut Rebecca made one mistake.\u201d
\nMy hands tightened.
\n\u201cShe trusted someone new.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen,
\n\u201cSomeone claiming to help her expose Mark.\u201d
\nMy skin prickled.
\n\u201cAnd that person gave her location away.\u201d
\nRamirez leaned closer to the speaker.
\nEmily said,
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know whether Rebecca is still alive now.\u201d
\nNoah covered his ears.
\nI pulled him against me.
\nThen Emily\u2019s voice lowered.
\n\u201cBut I know the person who betrayed her.\u201d
\nI held my breath.
\n\u201cHe lives on Cedar Lane.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nMr. Foster lived on Cedar Lane.
\nSo did several other neighbors.
\nEmily continued.
\n\u201cAnd it wasn\u2019t Foster.\u201d
\nI stared at Ramirez.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nThe recording continued.
\n\u201cIt was the man across from Sarah.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nAcross from me.
\nNot two houses down.
\nDirectly across.
\nThe Bennett house.
\nTom Bennett.
\nQuiet.
\nFriendly.
\nAlways waving.
\nThe man who brought us homemade bread every Christmas.
\nThe man whose wife died five years earlier.
\nThe man who had watched Tyler ride his first bike.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI whispered it without meaning to.
\nRamirez looked toward the front window.
\n\u201cWho lives across from you?\u201d
\n\u201cTom Bennett.\u201d
\nAt that exact moment, headlights appeared outside.
\nA pickup truck pulled slowly into Tom Bennett\u2019s driveway.
\nMy blood went cold.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s home.\u201d
\nRamirez immediately radioed officers.
\nThen my phone buzzed.
\nAnother photograph.
\nEmily.
\nStill alive.
\nThis time sitting inside what looked like a stone building.
\nA mausoleum.
\nMy stomach twisted.
\nGreenwood Memorial had several private family mausoleums near the older section.
\nThe message beneath it read:
\nTEN MINUTES.
\nNO POLICE.
\nThe clock on the wall showed 11:37.
\nRamirez looked at me.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re going.\u201d
\nI stared.
\n\u201cYou just said\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re going together.\u201d
\nShe pointed toward the officers.
\n\u201cYou will not approach them alone. You will not leave our sight.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about Bennett?\u201d
\n\u201cAnother unit handles him.\u201d
\nI looked at Noah.
\nHe grabbed my arm.
\n\u201cI want to come.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cBut Mommy\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cNoah.\u201d
\nI held his face.
\n\u201cYou already did the brave part.\u201d
\nHe cried harder.
\n\u201cNow you stay with Tyler.\u201d
\nOfficer Ramirez arranged for two officers to remain at the house.
\nThen I got into an unmarked police SUV.
\nNo sirens.
\nNo flashing lights.
\nThe cemetery was less than fifteen minutes away.
\nWe made it in nine.
\nThe gates stood open.
\nThat was wrong.
\nGreenwood closed at sunset.
\nThe black sedan sat beyond the entrance.
\nEmpty.
\nRamirez whispered into her radio.
\nOfficers moved around us in darkness.
\nI stepped out.
\nThe air felt colder inside the cemetery.
\nRows of headstones stretched beneath pale security lights.
\nMy father\u2019s grave was near the eastern hill.
\nBut Emily\u2019s photograph had been taken somewhere else.
\nNear the mausoleums.
\nMy phone buzzed.
\nWALK STRAIGHT.
\nI obeyed.
\nRamirez stayed behind me, hidden by the darkness.
\nAnother message.
\nLEFT AT THE ANGEL.
\nI passed a stone angel with broken fingertips.
\nTurned left.
\nMy breathing became shallow.
\nThen I saw a light ahead.
\nA lantern.
\nBeside it stood Mark.
\nMy entire body went rigid.
\nHe was alone.
\nAt least visibly.
\n\u201cSarah.\u201d
\nHis voice carried across the graves.
\n\u201cWhere\u2019s Emily?\u201d
\n\u201cBring the card.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is she?\u201d
\nHe smiled.
\n\u201cStill bargaining.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t come to bargain.\u201d
\nHis face hardened.
\n\u201cYou always were like Emily.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cAlways thinking you were smarter than everyone.\u201d
\nI took one step closer.
\n\u201cRebecca was smarter than you.\u201d
\nThat hit him.
\nHis jaw clenched.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s dead.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cSo you know?\u201d
\nHe realized too late.
\nHis expression changed.
\nI continued.
\n\u201cYou told me she was alive.\u201d
\n\u201cI lied.\u201d
\n\u201cSo which lie should I believe?\u201d
\nHe laughed.
\n\u201cYou think this ends with me?\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re scared.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou came here because you still don\u2019t know where the evidence is.\u201d
\nHis smile vanished.
\nGood.
\nI was right.
\nThen a voice came from behind a mausoleum.
\n\u201cEnough.\u201d
\nTom Bennett stepped into the light.
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nEmily\u2019s recording had been true.
\nTom held a handgun.
\nNot pointed at me.
\nYet.
\n\u201cTom.\u201d
\nHe looked almost ashamed.
\n\u201cSarah.\u201d
\n\u201cYou betrayed Rebecca.\u201d
\nHis face tightened.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not what happened.\u201d
\n\u201cThen tell me.\u201d
\nMark snapped,
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\nTom ignored him.
\n\u201cI thought I was helping her.\u201d
\n\u201cWith what?\u201d
\n\u201cShe came to me because she knew I worked in banking.\u201d
\nI remembered.
\nTom had retired from a regional bank.
\n\u201cShe wanted help tracing the accounts.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you told Mark?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHe shook his head.
\n\u201cI told Foster.\u201d
\nI stared.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I thought he was one of the good ones.\u201d
\nThere was real regret in his voice.
\n\u201cAt first.\u201d
\nMark laughed.
\n\u201cYou were always weak.\u201d
\nTom turned his gun toward him.
\n\u201cShut up.\u201d
\nFor the first time, Mark looked uncertain.
\nThis was not a unified group anymore.
\nIt was cracking.
\nI used it.
\n\u201cWhere\u2019s Emily?\u201d
\nTom looked toward the mausoleum.
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s inside?\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\nAlive.
\nI nearly collapsed with relief.
\nThen Mark said,
\n\u201cFor now.\u201d
\nTom swung the gun toward him again.
\n\u201cI said shut up.\u201d
\nMark smiled.
\n\u201cYou think Sarah will forgive you?\u201d
\nTom\u2019s face changed.
\nThat was when I understood.
\nTom wasn\u2019t here for Mark.
\nHe was here because he wanted out.
\n\u201cTom.\u201d
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cIf you want to fix one thing, open that door.\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\nMark shouted,
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\nTom stared at me.
\nThen at Mark.
\nThen slowly walked toward the mausoleum.
\nMark lunged.
\nEverything happened at once.
\nTom turned.
\nA gunshot exploded across the cemetery.
\nI screamed.
\nMark fell.
\nNot dead.
\nHe clutched his shoulder and collapsed beside a headstone.
\nPolice rushed from the darkness.
\n\u201cDROP THE WEAPON!\u201d
\nTom immediately lowered the gun.
\n\u201cI\u2019m done.\u201d
\nOfficers tackled him anyway.
\nRamirez ran toward me.
\n\u201cStay back!\u201d
\nBut I was already moving toward the mausoleum.
\n\u201cEmily!\u201d
\nI pulled the door open.
\nShe sat on the floor.
\nWrists tied.
\nTape across her mouth.
\nBruised.
\nTerrified.
\nAlive.
\nI dropped beside her.
\n\u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nShe sobbed when I removed the tape.
\n\u201cSarah.\u201d
\nI cut the rope with a small emergency blade Ramirez handed me.
\nEmily threw her arms around me.
\nFor several seconds, neither of us spoke.
\nThen she pulled back.
\n\u201cWhere\u2019s Noah?\u201d
\n\u201cSafe.\u201d
\nShe started crying harder.
\n\u201cThank God.\u201d
\nPolice flooded the area.
\nMark was being treated.
\nTom was handcuffed.
\nAnd for the first time in days, Emily was in my arms.
\nI thought it was over.
\nThen she looked toward Dad\u2019s grave.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHer face went pale.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re here for the wrong thing.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cThe ledger isn\u2019t under Dad\u2019s grave.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cBut your recording\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI said Dad hid it with the dead.\u201d
\nShe struggled to stand.
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean him.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\n\u201cThen whose grave?\u201d
\nEmily looked across the cemetery.
\nToward the oldest section.
\nAnd whispered,
\n\u201cRebecca\u2019s.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cRebecca doesn\u2019t have a grave.\u201d
\nEmily nodded slowly.
\n\u201cYes, she does.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cNot under her name.\u201d
\nShe grabbed my arm.
\n\u201cSarah, Mark never found her body because Rebecca wasn\u2019t buried as Rebecca Collins.\u201d
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d
\nEmily looked terrified.
\n\u201cDad helped her create a false identity.\u201d
\nShe pointed toward a row of graves beyond the hill.
\n\u201cShe came back years later.\u201d
\nI could barely breathe.
\n\u201cAnd she died three months ago.\u201d
\nThe cemetery lights seemed suddenly brighter.
\nToo bright.
\n\u201cEmily\u2026 what name?\u201d
\nShe whispered,
\n\u201cAnna Mercer.\u201d
\nThen Ramirez\u2019s radio crackled.
\nAn officer near the eastern section shouted,
\n\u201cWe have movement near Mercer\u2019s grave!\u201d
\nEmily grabbed my hand.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nA black figure was kneeling beside a fresh patch of soil.
\nDigging.
\nRamirez shouted.
\n\u201cPolice! Stop!\u201d
\nThe figure stood.
\nTurned.
\nAnd ran.
\nBut not before the floodlight caught his face.
\nMr. Foster.
\nAnd in his hand was a metal box.<\/p>\n
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PART 8 \u2014 THE METAL BOX<\/a><\/h1>\n