Viktor stared at the photograph as though the paper had struck him.<\/p>\n
I understood why.<\/p>\n
For seven years, he had believed his sister was dead.<\/p>\n
For six months, I had believed my father was simply recovering from an accident.<\/p>\n
Now one photograph had shattered both beliefs.<\/p>\n
Clara stood beside my father in front of a glass door. She looked older than the woman in Viktor's photographs, but unmistakably alive. Her dark hair was cut shorter, and there was a thin scar running beneath her left ear. My father stood beside her, thinner than I remembered, but upright.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
The timestamp was three days old.<\/p>\n
I touched the corner of the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've been looking for her for seven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you don't recognize the building?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned the photograph over again.<\/p>\n
There was nothing else.<\/p>\n
No address.<\/p>\n
No name.<\/p>\n
Only the sentence.<\/p>\n
SHE NEVER DIED.<\/p>\n
Viktor folded the photograph carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara wouldn't have contacted me this way.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if she wanted me to find her, she would leave something only I could understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe she doesn't want you to find her.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why send the photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make sure we know she's alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
He thought about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't the same as wanting to be found.\u201d<\/p>\n
We stood beneath the streetlamp while traffic passed behind us.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something in the background of the photograph.<\/p>\n
A sign above the glass door.<\/p>\n
Only three letters were visible.<\/p>\n
RHC.<\/p>\n
I zoomed in using my phone.<\/p>\n
Viktor leaned over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cRhein Medical?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cRHC.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRehabilitation Humanetics Center.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like the project.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was it located?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside the city.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes it still exist?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why is my father there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause someone reopened it.\u201d<\/p>\n
We went back to the car.<\/p>\n
This time Viktor drove.<\/p>\n
He entered an address into the navigation system.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the original site.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said it was destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause buildings can be destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecords are harder to erase.\u201d<\/p>\n
The drive took nearly an hour.<\/p>\n
The city gradually disappeared behind us. Apartment blocks became warehouses, then fields, then stretches of industrial land divided by old fences.<\/p>\n
We passed a rusted sign with the letters RHC barely visible beneath layers of paint.<\/p>\n
Viktor slowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
The entrance gate was chained.<\/p>\n
Beyond it stood a low concrete complex surrounded by weeds.<\/p>\n
Most of the windows were broken.<\/p>\n
A section of the roof had collapsed.<\/p>\n
Nothing about the place suggested that anyone had used it recently.<\/p>\n
But there were fresh tire tracks in the mud.<\/p>\n
Viktor parked.<\/p>\n
We entered through a gap in the fence.<\/p>\n
The building smelled of damp concrete and rust.<\/p>\n
I held my phone's flashlight over the walls.<\/p>\n
Old signs remained.<\/p>\n
LABORATORY.<\/p>\n
ARCHIVE.<\/p>\n
CLINICAL OBSERVATION.<\/p>\n
Then we reached a corridor blocked by fallen plaster.<\/p>\n
Viktor pushed some debris aside.<\/p>\n
Behind it was a metal door.<\/p>\n
It wasn't old.<\/p>\n
The paint was clean.<\/p>\n
The hinges had been recently oiled.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn't abandoned.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tried the handle.<\/p>\n
Locked.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
There was a keypad.<\/p>\n
Four digits.<\/p>\n
Viktor looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know the code.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about my father's notebook.<\/p>\n
The dates.<\/p>\n
The symbols.<\/p>\n
The sequence.<\/p>\n
Three-two-one.<\/p>\n
Danger. Leave.<\/p>\n
Maybe it wasn't only a warning.<\/p>\n
Maybe it was an instruction.<\/p>\n
I tried 321.<\/p>\n
The keypad flashed red.<\/p>\n
Viktor looked at me.<\/p>\n
I tried the date of the accident.<\/p>\n
Red.<\/p>\n
Then the date of the conference.<\/p>\n
Green.<\/p>\n
The lock clicked.<\/p>\n
Neither of us moved.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew that date,\u201d Viktor said.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
We opened the door.<\/p>\n
Behind it was a functioning corridor.<\/p>\n
The lights were on.<\/p>\n
The floor was spotless.<\/p>\n
The walls were lined with security cameras.<\/p>\n
Someone had restored part of the facility.<\/p>\n
We walked slowly.<\/p>\n
At the end of the corridor was a glass observation room.<\/p>\n
Inside stood several computers.<\/p>\n
One monitor displayed a file.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
The screen contained a profile.<\/p>\n
ANNA KELLER.<\/p>\n
LANGUAGE SPECIALIST.<\/p>\n
TRANSLATION ACCESS: LEVEL FOUR.<\/p>\n
STATUS: ACTIVE.<\/p>\n
My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cLevel four?\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were never an employee.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did they give you access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know I had access.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened another file.<\/p>\n
My photograph appeared.<\/p>\n
Beside it were recordings from the conference seven years earlier.<\/p>\n
I watched myself speaking into a microphone.<\/p>\n
German.<\/p>\n
Then Arabic.<\/p>\n
Then English.<\/p>\n
The recording showed a document on the screen behind me.<\/p>\n
Viktor froze it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d<\/p>\n
A line of text had been highlighted.<\/p>\n
He read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese weren't rehabilitation instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were they?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPatient transfer orders.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTransfer where?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOutside the approved network.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople were moved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWithout their families knowing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my translations were used to authorize it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Viktor didn't answer.<\/p>\n
He didn't need to.<\/p>\n
My father's investigation suddenly made sense.<\/p>\n
He hadn't been investigating equipment.<\/p>\n
He had been investigating people.<\/p>\n
Patients.<\/p>\n
People whose medical records had been altered so they could disappear into an unauthorized program.<\/p>\n
I looked at another screen.<\/p>\n
A list of names.<\/p>\n
Most were crossed out.<\/p>\n
Some had dates.<\/p>\n
One name was highlighted.<\/p>\n
CLARA REINHARDT.<\/p>\n
Status: TRANSFERRED.<\/p>\n
I turned toward Viktor.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wasn't killed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was transferred.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd my father found her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
A door opened behind us.<\/p>\n
We turned.<\/p>\n
Clara stood in the corridor.<\/p>\n
For a moment, Viktor couldn't breathe.<\/p>\n
She looked at him.<\/p>\n
Neither moved.<\/p>\n
Then she said his name.<\/p>\n
\u201cViktor.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cClara?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
He took one step toward her.<\/p>\n
She raised a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause they're watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father is alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Clara looked toward the ceiling camera.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen where?\u201d<\/p>\n
She took a small key from her pocket.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere this began.\u201d<\/p>\n
She placed it in my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe warehouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then the lights went out.<\/p>\n
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