The address beside Lake Michigan belonged to a house that looked abandoned from the road.<\/p>\n
No lights burned in the windows. Tall reeds crowded the edge of the private drive. Beyond them, black water moved under a moonless sky, the waves too small to roar but persistent enough to make the shoreline sound restless.<\/p>\n
Daniel stopped our convoy nearly half a mile away.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo headlights from here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire was out of the vehicle before he finished speaking.<\/p>\n
I caught her arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay behind me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy daughter is in that house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd walking through the front door without knowing who controls it helps nobody.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pulled free, but she did not argue again.<\/p>\n
Luca watched the property through binoculars.<\/p>\n
\u201cOne vehicle near the boathouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor's?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame model the traffic camera picked up.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel's men spread through the trees in pairs.<\/p>\n
I had spent most of my adult life believing money could eliminate uncertainty. Better surveillance. Better lawyers. Better physicians. Better security.<\/p>\n
Money could buy a great many things.<\/p>\n
It could not tell me whether a three-year-old child was alive inside a dark house.<\/p>\n
Claire seemed to hear every second passing.<\/p>\n
Her fingers twisted around Bunny's worn fabric.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily hates the dark.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe may not be alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not make it better.\u201d<\/p>\n
No, it did not.<\/p>\n
Daniel touched his earpiece.<\/p>\n
\u201cThermal shows five people inside. Possibly six. One is small.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire closed her eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
Alive, then.<\/p>\n
At least when the scan was taken.<\/p>\n
\u201cAny sign of Pierce?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca lowered the binoculars.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor will have shooters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe'll also know we won't rush a room with Lily inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is why he took her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep speaking as though you understand Victor.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI worked with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The night seemed to go still around us.<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow closely?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClose enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou might have mentioned that at the bank.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere wasn't time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was enough time to tell me our dead brother was alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca's jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor helped me find Matteo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou trusted the man who hunted me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI trusted nobody. I used him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd did he know the difference?\u201d<\/p>\n
That landed.<\/p>\n
Luca looked away first.<\/p>\n
Daniel interrupted before the argument could fracture us further.<\/p>\n
\u201cMovement.\u201d<\/p>\n
A light switched on inside the house.<\/p>\n
One room.<\/p>\n
Ground floor.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
A figure appeared at the front window.<\/p>\n
Victor Kane.<\/p>\n
He held no visible weapon.<\/p>\n
He raised a phone.<\/p>\n
Mine rang.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdrian.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPut Lily on.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo greeting?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPut her on.\u201d<\/p>\n
A pause.<\/p>\n
Then a small voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Adrian?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire made a sound in her throat.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily, are you hurt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Mommy there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire took the phone from me.<\/p>\n
\u201cBaby, I'm here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want Bunny.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire pressed the rabbit to her chest.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor gave me cookies.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRound ones.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer mattered only to a mother.<\/p>\n
Claire closed her eyes in relief.<\/p>\n
Lily had a peanut allergy. Claire had told the entire household staff. If Victor had given her food without checking, Claire would have heard distress in her voice already.<\/p>\n
\u201cListen to me, sweetheart. Stay where you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor returned to the line.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire gripped the phone so hard I thought it might crack.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you touch her\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stole her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI moved her before Pierce could.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sent Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That silenced everyone.<\/p>\n
I took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPierce's people entered your estate using Evelyn's credentials. Evelyn herself has been dead since yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel swore.<\/p>\n
\u201cProof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCheck her apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n
He sounded bored.<\/p>\n
\u201cPierce has been cleaning his own house while you were busy discovering yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward Daniel.<\/p>\n
He was already signaling one of his men.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want, Victor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe final archive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo says you want Pierce destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo says many things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor moved away from the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe is incomplete.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn't my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. He is not wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen give Lily back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd lose the only reason you came here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think holding a child makes you stronger?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think holding the one person everyone refuses to sacrifice makes negotiations unusually efficient.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire started toward the house.<\/p>\n
Daniel blocked her.<\/p>\n
Victor continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew I would.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI hoped.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want with me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire gave a bitter laugh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know more about him than I do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor's tone changed.<\/p>\n
For the first time, something close to anger entered it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what he did. I do not know why.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca's eyes narrowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor heard him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLuca. Still pretending you're the clever one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill hiding behind children?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside and say it to my face.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the phone back.<\/p>\n
\u201cLily comes out first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we have nothing to discuss.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have quite a lot to discuss, Adrian. Starting with the fact that your father paid me twelve million dollars three days before his supposed death.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
Victor let the silence work.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI intend to.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door opened.<\/p>\n
Light spilled across the porch.<\/p>\n
Victor stood alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside. Adrian, Claire, Luca. No Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head before I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor smiled from the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Lily stays.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stepped past us.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll go.\u201d<\/p>\n
I caught up with her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo will I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca followed.<\/p>\n
Daniel swore under his breath.<\/p>\n
I handed him my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf we don't come out in fifteen minutes\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. You don't. You do not storm the house while Lily is inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what exactly do you expect me to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFind another way.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor searched us at the entrance personally.<\/p>\n
He took Luca's weapon.<\/p>\n
Mine too.<\/p>\n
Claire carried nothing except Bunny.<\/p>\n
Inside, the house smelled of damp wood and old fireplace ash. The furniture was sparse. No family photographs. No decorations. It felt temporary, like a property used by people who never expected to become attached to it.<\/p>\n
Lily sat in the living room with a blanket around her shoulders.<\/p>\n
She ran to Claire.<\/p>\n
Claire dropped to her knees and gathered her up.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, the conspiracy, the archive, my father, Pierce\u2014none of it existed.<\/p>\n
There was only a mother pressing her face into her child's hair.<\/p>\n
Lily held out both arms.<\/p>\n
\u201cBunny.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire laughed and cried at the same time.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She gave him back.<\/p>\n
Victor watched from across the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cI kept my word.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kidnapped her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI prevented Pierce from doing worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep saying that as though it absolves you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt does not.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer surprised me.<\/p>\n
Victor poured himself a drink.<\/p>\n
Two men stood near the hallway. Another waited by the kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Matteo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTrying to reach us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe always does.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stood with Lily against her shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat truth do you want from me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked at Lily.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Matteo ever tell you why he approached you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't approach me for a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are certain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor set down his glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo met you three weeks after stealing a ledger from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know anything about a ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was worse.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew Victor was following him,\u201d Luca said.<\/p>\n
Victor glanced at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew everyone was following him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why involve Claire?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's face drained.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor leaned against the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou thought you met Ethan Cole by accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe came into the cafe where I worked before Bellini's.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree times.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I had him watched.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily was beginning to notice the tension.<\/p>\n
Claire stroked her back.<\/p>\n
\u201cSweetheart, go sit on the couch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily tightened her arms around her mother's neck.<\/p>\n
Victor turned away.<\/p>\n
Even he seemed unwilling to force the child farther into the conversation.<\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo needed somewhere to place the final key. Something no investigator, thief, or traitor would suspect.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLily wasn't even conceived then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked at Claire.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you were already useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
I moved between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cCareful.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor's expression did not change.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe chose someone outside our world. No Moretti connections. No criminal history. No political ties. Someone ordinary enough to disappear into.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's voice became very quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou just said\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I know what he did. Not why.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor crossed to a cabinet and removed a folder.<\/p>\n
He tossed it onto the table.<\/p>\n
Photographs slid out.<\/p>\n
Matteo following Claire.<\/p>\n
Matteo outside her workplace.<\/p>\n
Matteo sitting across the street from her apartment.<\/p>\n
Dates written on the backs.<\/p>\n
Some were from before Claire remembered meeting him.<\/p>\n
She stared at them without touching.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose could be fake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey are not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to trust you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor pulled out one more photograph.<\/p>\n
Antonio stood beside Matteo.<\/p>\n
The date was six months before Lily's birth.<\/p>\n
Claire looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told us Antonio found him five years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMatteo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room changed.<\/p>\n
Our secret brother had not been found years later.<\/p>\n
He had known our father before Lily was born.<\/p>\n
Possibly long before.<\/p>\n
Victor sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow we're finally asking useful questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's eyes filled, but her voice did not break.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Antonio know about me before Lily?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he know Matteo was using the name Ethan Cole?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me as though I might somehow explain my dead father's choices.<\/p>\n
I could not.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the twelve million dollars for?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Victor's mouth twisted.<\/p>\n
\u201cAntonio paid me to make Matteo disappear.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk Matteo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect us to believe Dad paid the man hunting him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe paid me to erase records, close debts, destroy certain identities, and convince several people that Matteo was dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProtection.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Pierce?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked toward the dark windows.<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Before he answered, the lights flickered.<\/p>\n
One of Victor's men moved toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
Victor raised a hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
The power went out.<\/p>\n
Claire grabbed Lily.<\/p>\n
A shot cracked from outside.<\/p>\n
Then another.<\/p>\n
Glass shattered.<\/p>\n
Victor shoved the table over.<\/p>\n
\u201cDown!\u201d<\/p>\n
We hit the floor.<\/p>\n
His men returned fire toward the rear of the house.<\/p>\n
Luca crawled toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPierce?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else?\u201d<\/p>\n
A window exploded inward.<\/p>\n
One of Victor's guards fell.<\/p>\n
Claire covered Lily with her body.<\/p>\n
I crawled to them.<\/p>\n
\u201cKitchen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor shouted from the opposite side.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a cellar door.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow convenient.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMove!\u201d<\/p>\n
We moved.<\/p>\n
The kitchen tiles were cold beneath my palms.<\/p>\n
Victor reached the cellar first and pulled open a narrow door.<\/p>\n
Gunfire chewed through the wall behind us.<\/p>\n
Luca went down.<\/p>\n
I grabbed his jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He held up his hand.<\/p>\n
Blood ran along his palm from broken glass.<\/p>\n
We descended.<\/p>\n
The cellar smelled of soil and old wine.<\/p>\n
Victor locked the door above us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a tunnel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes every rich man in Chicago own a tunnel?\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
He led us toward a stone wall.<\/p>\n
One of his surviving men pushed aside shelving and revealed an opening.<\/p>\n
Cold air rushed through.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere does it go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the boathouse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel will have it covered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor gave me a look.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Daniel still controls the perimeter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The implication made me stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Pierce compromised Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think Pierce compromised everyone your father trusted at one point or another.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel wasn't Dad's man. He's mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat may be the only reason you're alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
We entered the tunnel.<\/p>\n
Lily clung to Claire.<\/p>\n
\u201cMommy, I don't like this.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we going home?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a promise Claire had no right to make.<\/p>\n
Perhaps mothers were allowed those.<\/p>\n
Halfway through the tunnel, a figure emerged from the darkness ahead.<\/p>\n
Victor raised his weapon.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man lifted both hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut it down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire's breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n
Matteo stepped into the dim light.<\/p>\n
He looked exactly like the video and nothing like it.<\/p>\n
Video flattened people.<\/p>\n
In person, I could see my father in him.<\/p>\n
Not around the eyes.<\/p>\n
Around the mouth.<\/p>\n
The same stubborn line when afraid.<\/p>\n
Claire did not move.<\/p>\n
Neither did he.<\/p>\n
Lily stared at the stranger.<\/p>\n
Matteo stared back.<\/p>\n
Years of hiding collapsed into a few feet of damp stone.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
She slapped him.<\/p>\n
The sound echoed down the tunnel.<\/p>\n
Victor smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
Matteo accepted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou deserved more than that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire hit him again.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was for Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lily whispered, \u201cMommy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire turned away from Matteo and gathered herself.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's okay.\u201d<\/p>\n
It clearly was not.<\/p>\n
Matteo looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAdrian.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had imagined meeting him for exactly a few hours, yet somehow I had imagined it many ways.<\/p>\n
None included gunfire above us and Victor Kane holding a weapon nearby.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad know Claire before Lily was born?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he pay Victor to make you disappear?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me believe Dad found you five years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed you to believe the version Pierce believed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI spent four years looking for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Luca punched him.<\/p>\n
Matteo hit the tunnel wall.<\/p>\n
Victor sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFamily reunions.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot now.\u201d<\/p>\n
Matteo wiped blood from his mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPierce has men above us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I have questions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk them when Lily is safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire finally agreed with him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe's right.\u201d<\/p>\n
That ended the argument.<\/p>\n
We reached the boathouse.<\/p>\n
Daniel was there.<\/p>\n
Two of his men covered the shoreline.<\/p>\n
The relief on his face when he saw us lasted until Victor emerged.<\/p>\n
Then his gun rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cPut it down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor smirked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI've heard that a lot tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hated the order, but obeyed.<\/p>\n
We moved toward the vehicles hidden beyond the trees.<\/p>\n
Then Matteo stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at Lily.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe rabbit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire tightened her hold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe eye chip was only the first key.\u201d<\/p>\n
He reached slowly toward Bunny.<\/p>\n
Claire stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've hidden enough things in my daughter's toys.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else is inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
Matteo's face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomething Antonio put there.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the rabbit.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed to the faded stitching near one ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father did not die from heart trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words came quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was poisoned.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Luca went pale.<\/p>\n
Matteo continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore he died, Antonio hid the only original recording proving Pierce ordered it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInside this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He touched Bunny's ear.<\/p>\n
\u201cInside the rabbit is a map to where he put it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Victor looked toward the lake house burning faintly through the trees.<\/p>\n
Pierce's men were still moving in the distance.<\/p>\n
Matteo turned to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe archive can destroy Pierce politically.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed at Bunny.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut what Antonio hid can convict him of murder.\u201d<\/p>\n
For the first time, I understood why Pierce had been willing to invade my home, expose his network, and risk everything over a child's toy.<\/p>\n
He had never been hunting Lily.<\/p>\n
He had been hunting the last words of a dead man.<\/p>\n
And now all of us knew where the trail began.<\/p>\n
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