We spent the entire next morning trying to identify Margaret.<\/p>\n
The lawyer found an old corporate record.<\/p>\n
Margaret Ellis.<\/p>\n
Former financial controller.<\/p>\n
Left the company seven years ago.<\/p>\n
No forwarding address.<\/p>\n
No current employment listed.<\/p>\n
But there was one detail.<\/p>\n
She had once owned a house only forty minutes from my mother's.<\/p>\n
The house had been sold years earlier.<\/p>\n
The buyer had no connection to her.<\/p>\n
We thought we had reached another dead end.<\/p>\n
Then my mother remembered Julian mentioning Margaret.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me she had died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout ten years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
The lawyer had already checked.<\/p>\n
Margaret Ellis had renewed her driver's license three years earlier.<\/p>\n
Someone had deliberately told my mother she was dead.<\/p>\n
And Julian had done it.<\/p>\n
We searched old records.<\/p>\n
We found an address.<\/p>\n
A small coastal town.<\/p>\n
We drove there with the lawyer's approval and without contacting anyone beforehand.<\/p>\n
Margaret opened the door herself.<\/p>\n
She was in her seventies.<\/p>\n
Gray hair.<\/p>\n
Thin glasses.<\/p>\n
A walking stick resting against the wall.<\/p>\n
When she saw my mother, she froze.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt the same cold sensation I had felt when Julian recognized me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know my name?\u201d<\/p>\n
She stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
We entered.<\/p>\n
Her house smelled faintly of cedar and old books.<\/p>\n
She sat us down.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wondered when someone would come.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Julian send us?\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's been gone for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he left instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
She explained that my father had discovered financial fraud involving several businesses.<\/p>\n
Julian was one of the people connected to it.<\/p>\n
But he wasn't the only one.<\/p>\n
There was another person.<\/p>\n
A person who had access to the money.<\/p>\n
Margaret refused to say the name immediately.<\/p>\n
Instead, she asked whether we had the file.<\/p>\n
I placed it on the table.<\/p>\n
Her eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She exhaled slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen the missing page is still out there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know where it is?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother has it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret explained.<\/p>\n
Years earlier, my father had given Sarah a document without telling her what it was.<\/p>\n
He had told her to keep it somewhere safe.<\/p>\n
She had put it with our family records.<\/p>\n
Then, after he disappeared, she had moved those records repeatedly.<\/p>\n
Margaret believed the document was still in her possession.<\/p>\n
My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe found the old files.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot all of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Margaret looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father trusted your memory.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew you would remember something your mother wouldn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought back.<\/p>\n
The boxes.<\/p>\n
The documents.<\/p>\n
The old house.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered something I had forgotten completely.<\/p>\n
A blue folder.<\/p>\n
It had always seemed ordinary.<\/p>\n
My father used it for school papers.<\/p>\n
I had seen it throughout childhood.<\/p>\n
After he disappeared, my mother kept it.<\/p>\n
I remembered the folder because it had a strange brass clasp.<\/p>\n
We returned home.<\/p>\n
My mother searched the attic.<\/p>\n
She found the folder inside an old suitcase.<\/p>\n
The clasp was still intact.<\/p>\n
Inside were school records.<\/p>\n
Receipts.<\/p>\n
A drawing I had made when I was eight.<\/p>\n
And one document folded behind everything else.<\/p>\n
It wasn't my father's handwriting.<\/p>\n
It was Margaret's.<\/p>\n
The document contained a list of payments.<\/p>\n
At the bottom was a name.<\/p>\n
My mother read it.<\/p>\n
Then she dropped the paper.<\/p>\n
I picked it up.<\/p>\n
The name was my father's former business partner.<\/p>\n
But the final payment had been made by Julian.<\/p>\n
The lawyer stared at the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the missing connection.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Julian wasn't after money from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot originally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did he come back?\u201d<\/p>\n
We didn't have to guess for long.<\/p>\n
My mother's phone rang.<\/p>\n
Julian.<\/p>\n
She did not answer.<\/p>\n
A voicemail appeared.<\/p>\n
She played it on speaker.<\/p>\n
His voice was calm.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, I think we've reached the point where pretending is no longer useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother clenched her jaw.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have something that belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He paused.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou may not know what it is. Claire probably doesn't either.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my mother.<\/p>\n
Then Julian continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBring it to the old warehouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
The message ended.<\/p>\n
The lawyer immediately told us not to go.<\/p>\n
But something else had become clear.<\/p>\n
Julian believed my mother possessed the missing evidence.<\/p>\n
And he believed I knew where it was.<\/p>\n
That explained the years of manipulation.<\/p>\n
The old job.<\/p>\n
The renewed relationship.<\/p>\n
The surveillance.<\/p>\n
The false identity.<\/p>\n
He had been trying to locate the missing page.<\/p>\n
My mother sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe dated me to get it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut there's something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe could have threatened me directly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he didn't take anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted me to find it for him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the questions he had asked her.<\/p>\n
The stories he had told.<\/p>\n
The old memories he had encouraged her to discuss.<\/p>\n
He had been searching her memory.<\/p>\n
Not her house.<\/p>\n
Her memory.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered his first dinner with us.<\/p>\n
The question he had asked me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you still keep things from your childhood?\u201d<\/p>\n
At the time, I had thought it was harmless.<\/p>\n
Now I understood.<\/p>\n
He had been testing me.<\/p>\n
The lawyer looked at the documents.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to protect this evidence.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother nodded.<\/p>\n
Then her phone buzzed again.<\/p>\n
A message.<\/p>\n
No words.<\/p>\n
Only a photograph.<\/p>\n
It showed Margaret's house.<\/p>\n
Taken that morning.<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
He knew where we had gone.<\/p>\n
He knew who we had spoken to.<\/p>\n
And beneath the photograph was one sentence.<\/p>\n
You found her too late.<\/p>\n
I looked at Margaret's name on the document.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something.<\/p>\n
A signature at the bottom.<\/p>\n
Margaret's signature.<\/p>\n
But the date was recent.<\/p>\n
Three months ago.<\/p>\n
Someone had contacted her long before we did.<\/p>\n
Someone had already been looking for her.<\/p>\n
I turned the page over.<\/p>\n
There was a handwritten note.<\/p>\n
Don't trust the woman who says she knows everything.<\/p>\n
I looked at my mother.<\/p>\n
She was staring at Margaret.<\/p>\n
For the first time, neither of us knew whether the person who had helped us was telling the truth.<\/p>\n
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