The footsteps above us stopped.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, nobody moved.<\/p>\n
The basement was almost completely dark except for the thin rectangle of light coming from the small window near the ceiling. Dust drifted through it. Somewhere upstairs, a floorboard creaked.<\/p>\n
Rebecca kept one hand on my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan stepped toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf someone is in the house, you don't know who it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know how they move.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went up three steps.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
A shadow crossed the doorway above.<\/p>\n
Alan came back down quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s empty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca didn't believe him.<\/p>\n
She went up first, with Alan behind her. I stayed beside Pam until the lights suddenly came back on.<\/p>\n
The basement looked exactly as it had before.<\/p>\n
Except the final envelope was gone.<\/p>\n
I stared at the workbench.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't take it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't either.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca came down the stairs holding something.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis was upstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the envelope.<\/p>\n
But it was torn open.<\/p>\n
My name was still visible across the front.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone took it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Rebecca handed it to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside was a single sheet of paper.<\/p>\n
Nancy,<\/p>\n
If you have reached this point, you have already discovered that the money was never the reason.<\/p>\n
The three hundred dollars was the bait.<\/p>\n
Dale knew you would accept because you believed the basement contained nothing worth protecting.<\/p>\n
He was right about one thing.<\/p>\n
You did not know what was there.<\/p>\n
But he was wrong about why.<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
The company did not disappear.<\/p>\n
I moved it.<\/p>\n
The controlling shares, the land, the warehouse, and the remaining assets were placed into structures that could not be sold without your written consent.<\/p>\n
Your mother helped me.<\/p>\n
Your father helped me.<\/p>\n
Alan helped me later, though he never understood the whole arrangement.<\/p>\n
Dale was not supposed to know.<\/p>\n
My hands shook.<\/p>\n
Rebecca leaned closer.<\/p>\n
The money Dale received came from an account Robert controlled.<\/p>\n
It was payment for information.<\/p>\n
He was not buying the company.<\/p>\n
He was buying time.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cBuying time?\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep going.\u201d<\/p>\n
The account was created under Robert's name because Martin's people were still searching for him.<\/p>\n
Dale was approached years ago.<\/p>\n
He was told that if he provided information about the Harper family, he would be paid.<\/p>\n
He accepted.<\/p>\n
At first, he gave them harmless details.<\/p>\n
Later, he began giving them more.<\/p>\n
Your mother discovered this.<\/p>\n
She confronted him.<\/p>\n
He threatened her.<\/p>\n
She came to me.<\/p>\n
Together we created the trust.<\/p>\n
The three hundred dollars was used repeatedly because it looked insignificant.<\/p>\n
It was not.<\/p>\n
Each payment corresponded to information Dale supplied.<\/p>\n
The final payment was made shortly before my death.<\/p>\n
That was when I knew he had discovered the trust was about to expire.<\/p>\n
I lowered the page.<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Alan looked sick.<\/p>\n
Pam covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
Rebecca pointed to the next paragraph.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
Dale believes the person behind the payments is Robert.<\/p>\n
He is wrong.<\/p>\n
Robert only allowed the account to be used.<\/p>\n
The person who controlled the account was your mother.<\/p>\n
I stared at the words.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
But this time the meaning was different.<\/p>\n
She hadn't been secretly paying Dale to betray us.<\/p>\n
She had been using the account to track him.<\/p>\n
I read faster.<\/p>\n
Louise knew Dale had become involved with people connected to Martin.<\/p>\n
She wanted proof.<\/p>\n
She instructed Robert to keep the account active.<\/p>\n
She used the payments to identify what information Dale was selling.<\/p>\n
She was afraid that confronting him too early would expose you.<\/p>\n
I felt tears gathering.<\/p>\n
The letter continued.<\/p>\n
Your mother was not perfect.<\/p>\n
She made choices I disagreed with.<\/p>\n
She lied to you about your father.<\/p>\n
She believed that lie was necessary.<\/p>\n
I disagreed.<\/p>\n
But I understood why she made it.<\/p>\n
Robert wanted to return.<\/p>\n
Louise refused.<\/p>\n
Not because she hated him.<\/p>\n
Because she had received a final threat.<\/p>\n
If Robert came home, Nancy would be taken.<\/p>\n
I stopped reading.<\/p>\n
Rebecca waited.<\/p>\n
Pam was crying quietly.<\/p>\n
Alan stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat threat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
I looked at Alan.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot all of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother received a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo weeks before Dad disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandpa had it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need that letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
I returned to the final page.<\/p>\n
The final paragraph was written differently. The handwriting became less steady.<\/p>\n
If I fail to tell you everything, find Robert.<\/p>\n
He has the final piece.<\/p>\n
Not the company.<\/p>\n
Not the money.<\/p>\n
The truth about who helped Martin.<\/p>\n
I folded the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we find him.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Robert.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know you found the letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone is watching the house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you watching?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can meet you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe old church outside Columbia.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it safe?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
Rebecca shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're not going alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll come.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I owe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou owe me more than coming with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to come too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I know what Dale will do if he finds Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we go together.\u201d<\/p>\n
The church was nearly abandoned.<\/p>\n
A single yellow light burned above the entrance.<\/p>\n
We arrived twenty minutes early.<\/p>\n
No one was there.<\/p>\n
Ten minutes passed.<\/p>\n
Then a car appeared.<\/p>\n
An older sedan.<\/p>\n
The driver's door opened.<\/p>\n
A man stepped out.<\/p>\n
He was tall, thinner than I expected, with gray hair and a slight bend in his shoulders.<\/p>\n
He stopped several yards away.<\/p>\n
I knew him.<\/p>\n
Not because I remembered his face.<\/p>\n
Because I had spent forty years seeing pieces of him.<\/p>\n
The eyes.<\/p>\n
The hands.<\/p>\n
The shape of his smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
I walked toward him.<\/p>\n
He didn't move.<\/p>\n
For a moment, neither of us knew what to do.<\/p>\n
Then he opened his arms.<\/p>\n
I stepped into them.<\/p>\n
He held me carefully, almost as though he feared I might disappear.<\/p>\n
I cried against his shoulder.<\/p>\n
He whispered, \u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're really here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pulled away and looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have your mother's eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like Alan.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've heard worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Alan approached.<\/p>\n
Robert stared at him.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, neither spoke.<\/p>\n
Then Alan said, \u201cI'm sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have told her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo was I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam stood several feet away.<\/p>\n
Robert looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept your promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pam began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
We went inside the church.<\/p>\n
Robert carried a small leather case.<\/p>\n
He placed it on a wooden bench.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is what your grandfather wanted you to have.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened it.<\/p>\n
Inside was a cassette, several photographs, and a sealed letter.<\/p>\n
I recognized the handwriting.<\/p>\n
Louise.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
Robert handed me the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wrote this the night before I left.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
Nancy,<\/p>\n
If you ever read this, then I failed to keep the truth from hurting you.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
My mother had written directly to me.<\/p>\n
She explained that she had never believed Robert was dangerous.<\/p>\n
She believed the people around him were.<\/p>\n
She admitted that she had asked him to disappear.<\/p>\n
She admitted that she had lied to me.<\/p>\n
But she also explained something Grandpa had never known.<\/p>\n
She had discovered that Martin Vale wasn't acting alone.<\/p>\n
One person inside the Harper family was providing him with information.<\/p>\n
Someone with access to the company's accounts.<\/p>\n
Someone who knew when Robert would meet Grandpa.<\/p>\n
Someone who knew where the family kept its records.<\/p>\n
The letter stopped there.<\/p>\n
I looked at Robert.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to the tape.\u201d<\/p>\n
We played it.<\/p>\n
My mother's voice came through.<\/p>\n
Older than I remembered.<\/p>\n
Tired.<\/p>\n
Afraid.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know how long I have.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin isn't the one I'm afraid of anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe person helping him is someone Henry trusts.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone who can reach Nancy without anyone questioning it.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording crackled.<\/p>\n
Then she said the name.<\/p>\n
I stared at Alan.<\/p>\n
It wasn't him.<\/p>\n
It wasn't Dale.<\/p>\n
It wasn't Pam.<\/p>\n
It was someone none of us had considered.<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
I looked at Robert.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is that person now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Robert looked toward the church doors.<\/p>\n
\u201cCloser than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n
The doors opened.<\/p>\n
A familiar figure stepped inside.<\/p>\n
And I finally understood why Grandpa had warned me that the greatest danger would come from the people who claimed to be protecting the family.<\/p>\n
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