We listened to the recording in Nora's living room.
The tape hissed before a man's voice emerged.
Nicolas.
His breathing was uneven.
“You don't get to keep doing this.”
A woman's voice answered.
Evelyn.
“You don't understand what you're interfering with.”
“I understand perfectly.”
“You're emotional.”
“I know what you did.”
There was a long pause.
Then Evelyn spoke.
“You think this is about one child.”
“It is about my daughter.”
“No. It is about generations.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
Nicolas asked what she meant.
Evelyn explained that inherited disease patterns could not be understood through isolated patients.
She needed families.
Generations.
Longitudinal data.
Nicolas accused her of using Elena without informed consent.
Evelyn denied it.
Then he said something that changed the room.
“You took blood from my daughter.”
Evelyn didn't deny it.
She said the sample was necessary.
Nicolas told her he would expose her.
She responded with a threat.
“If you do that, Elena loses everything.”
Nicolas asked what she meant.
Evelyn said she could make sure Elena was declared medically unstable and unfit to raise a child.
I closed my eyes.
That explained why Elena had disappeared.
She hadn't simply surrendered.
She had been cornered.
The recording continued.
Nicolas said he would go to the authorities.
Evelyn told him he wouldn't live long enough to do it.
The tape crackled.
Then another voice entered.
Javier.
I opened my eyes.
Javier sounded frightened.
“You've gone too far.”
Evelyn answered.
“You agreed to this.”
“I agreed to help Carmen.”
“You agreed to protect your family.”
Nicolas shouted.
“You knew?”
Javier said nothing.
Then the recording ended.
I sat motionless.
Alex looked at me.
“Now we know.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“We know they argued.”
“We know Javier was there.”
“We know Evelyn threatened him.”
“But not what happened afterward.”
Nora nodded.
“Exactly.”
I asked if the tape had been copied.
She said no.
“Then we need to preserve it.”
Alex immediately transferred it to a secure drive.
This time, I watched every step.
No secrets.
No missing files.
No private decisions.
Everything was documented.
The next morning, we went to the police.
We gave them the recordings, the photographs, the financial records, the messages, and the names of everyone involved.
They opened an investigation.
But there was one problem.
Most of the evidence was decades old.
Some people were dead.
Others were elderly.
Records had disappeared.
Memories were unreliable.
Still, the investigators took it seriously.
One detective asked me about Sara.
I told her everything.
Her illness.
Her research.
The threats.
The final video.
The detective listened carefully.
“Did Sara ever say she believed someone was going to hurt her?”
“Yes.”
“Did she name anyone?”
“No.”
“Did she have enemies?”
I thought about the study.
“People she had angered.”
“That isn't the same thing.”
“I know.”
She nodded.
“Then we'll stay with what can be proven.”
The sentence gave me relief.
Facts.
Not theories.
That afternoon, Javier came to the police station voluntarily.
I saw him through the glass.
He looked smaller than I remembered.
Older.
His shoulders were bent.
He sat across from me.
For several seconds, neither of us spoke.
Then he said, “I didn't kill Nicolas.”
“I didn't ask.”
“You were thinking it.”
“I was thinking you lied to Elena.”
He closed his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because I was afraid.”
I almost laughed.
“That word again.”
“I know.”
“What happened that night?”
He looked at his hands.
“I met Nicolas.”
“Where?”
“The marina.”
“Why?”
“He wanted to take you.”
I stared at him.
“You had no legal right to stop him.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you?”
“Because Carmen believed you were in danger.”
“From him?”
“No.”
He looked up.
“From Evelyn.”
That surprised me.
“Then why did you help Evelyn?”
“I didn't.”
“You did.”
“I helped her once.”
“When?”
“After you were born.”
“What did you do?”
“I gave her access to the hospital records.”
I felt sick.
“Why?”
“She told me it was routine.”
“Did you believe her?”
“At first.”
“And later?”
“I realized what she was doing.”
“Why didn't you stop her?”
“I tried.”
“How?”
“I confronted her.”
“Then why did Nicolas die?”
“I don't know.”
“You were the last person with him.”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
Javier looked down.
“We argued.”
“About what?”
“About you.”
“And then?”
“Nicolas left.”
“Alive.”
“Yes.”
“Where did he go?”
“To meet Elena.”
My heart tightened.
“Did he reach her?”
“I don't know.”
“Then how did he die?”
“I heard about the accident later.”
I studied his face.
There was grief there.
But I couldn't tell whether it was genuine.
Then he said something I hadn't expected.
“I lied because Elena had disappeared.”
I frowned.
“What?”
“She left the state after Nicolas died.”
“You knew where she went?”
“No.”
“Then why lie?”
“Because Evelyn told me that if the investigation continued, they would expose your medical records.”
I stared at him.
“So you protected the study.”
“No.”
He shook his head.
“I protected you.”
I looked away.
The phrase sounded familiar.
Everyone had used it.
Everyone had hurt me with it.
Javier leaned forward.
“I was wrong.”
I said nothing.
“I thought if we kept you away from them, they would eventually stop.”
“Did they?”
“No.”
“Did Carmen know?”
“Yes.”
“Did she know about Evelyn?”
“Eventually.”
“When?”
“After Nicolas died.”
I closed my eyes.
That explained Carmen's later letters.
Her anger.
Her attempts to destroy records.
Her insistence that I never undergo invasive testing.
She had realized too late what she had allowed.
But there was one question left.
“Sara.”
Javier looked at me.
“What about her?”
“Did you know she was investigating?”
“Yes.”
My pulse quickened.
“Did you threaten her?”
“No.”
“Did Evelyn?”
“I don't know.”
“You're lying.”
“No.”
His voice cracked.
“I warned her.”
“About what?”
“That she was asking questions about people who were still dangerous.”
“Who?”
“Evelyn was not the only person involved.”
I leaned forward.
“Who else?”
Javier hesitated.
Then he said a name.
“Dr. Samuel Grant.”
I already knew.
“What did Grant do?”
“He altered medical records.”
“Why?”
“To protect the study.”
“And Sara?”
“She found the original files.”
“Did he know?”
“Yes.”
I felt cold.
“Did he hurt her?”
“I don't know.”
“Then what do you know?”
Javier looked at me.
“I know he visited Sara two days before she died.”
My heart stopped.
“Why?”
“She asked him about Elena.”
“Did he threaten her?”
“I don't know.”
“Where did he go afterward?”
Javier shook his head.
“I don't know.”
The interview ended shortly afterward.
Outside, Alex waited.
“How did it go?”
“He says Grant visited Sara.”
Alex's face hardened.
“That's important.”
“Yes.”
We drove to Grant's medical foundation.
The building was closed.
A security guard told us the doctor was not accepting visitors.
I showed him my identification.
He still refused.
Then a woman stepped from the elevator.
She was in her sixties.
Gray hair.
Black coat.
She looked at me.
Then at Alex.
“You're Lucia.”
I froze.
“Who are you?”
“My name is Margaret Grant.”
“Related to Samuel?”
“My daughter.”
She looked around the lobby.
“We need to talk.”
“About what?”
She swallowed.
“My father.”
We followed her into a private conference room.
Margaret placed a folder on the table.
“I've been trying to stop him for years.”
“Stop him from what?”
“Continuing the study.”
I opened the folder.
There were copies of research records.
Newer ones.
Sara's name appeared.
My hands trembled.
“He continued?”
“Yes.”
“After Evelyn died?”
“Yes.”
“Without consent?”
Margaret nodded.
“He used old databases.”
“And Sara?”
“He was monitoring her.”
I looked up.
“Why?”
“Because she carried the genetic markers he was studying.”
“And me?”
Margaret hesitated.
“You were the original subject.”
I felt numb.
“Leo?”
“He isn't in the database.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because Sara prevented it.”
I looked at Alex.
He understood.
The baby had been the reason Sara kept fighting.
Margaret continued.
“She knew your family had been exploited.”
“And she tried to stop it.”
“Yes.”
“Did Grant kill her?”
Margaret's eyes filled with tears.
“I don't know.”
“Then tell me what you do know.”
She pushed another document across the table.
A visitor log.
Grant had visited Sara the night before she died.
But the final entry showed something else.
Another visitor.
Alex.
I looked at my husband.
He went pale.
Margaret whispered, “Your husband was the last person besides my father to see Sara alive.”
I stared at him.
The room seemed to disappear.
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