Morales photographed the phone before anyone touched it.
The message remained on the screen.
Now bring Emily.
Alone.
Jessica had backed against the wall.
“Ryan wouldn't do this.”
Nobody answered.
She looked at me.
“He wouldn't.”
I wanted to believe her.
But belief had become expensive.
Morales crouched beside the phone.
“Could be remotely triggered.”
Lawson nodded.
“It's connected to the house network.”
Vale's expression changed.
“Then disconnect everything.”
Lawson stared at him.
“That's not how this system works.”
“It is if someone has access.”
He hurried toward the utility panel.
The lights flickered.
For one second, the entire house went dark.
Jessica grabbed my arm.
Then the emergency lights came on.
Morales was already moving.
“Everyone stay where you are.”
A faint clicking sound came from the study.
I turned.
The cabinet door was moving.
Not opening.
Locking.
Unlocking.
Locking again.
Someone was operating it remotely.
Lawson swore under his breath.
“That shouldn't be possible.”
Vale walked toward the study.
“Your father built a manual override.”
“Where?”
“Behind the lower molding.”
I stared at him.
“How do you know?”
“I watched him install it.”
He knelt and pressed beneath the wooden trim.
A panel shifted.
Inside was a small mechanical lever.
He pulled it.
The electronic lock went silent.
Morales looked at me.
“Your father really didn't trust technology.”
“No.”
“He had good reason.”
Vale opened the cabinet.
The remaining files were still there.
But the bottom shelf was empty.
I looked at it.
“What was there?”
Vale's expression darkened.
“That's where the case had been.”
“No.”
He pointed to the wood.
“Look.”
A shallow groove ran along the back panel.
I touched it.
The panel moved.
Behind it was a narrow compartment.
Inside was another envelope.
This one had no name.
Only my father's initials.
I opened it.
A folded sheet fell into my hand.
The writing was unmistakable.
If the first case is gone, the second trail begins where the water meets the stone.
I read it twice.
Morales looked toward the lake.
“Water meets the stone.”
The old boathouse.
I knew immediately.
My father had built a stone retaining wall beneath the dock. When I was a child, he used to tell me there was nothing interesting behind it.
He had been lying again.
Vale read the note.
“Did anyone know about the boathouse?”
“I don't know.”
Jessica whispered, “Ryan did.”
I turned.
“How?”
“He asked about it.”
“When?”
“Two months ago.”
“What did you tell him?”
“That Dad kept tools there.”
She covered her face.
“I didn't know.”
I believed her.
But that did not make the information harmless.
Morales called for a deputy to secure the dock.
Before we left, Vale stopped me.
“You can't go down there.”
“Why?”
“Because if your father hid something there, someone may already be waiting.”
“Then we take precautions.”
He shook his head.
“You're thinking like a soldier.”
“And you're thinking like a man who expects everyone else to obey him.”
For the first time, he almost smiled.
“Your father said you would be difficult.”
“He knew me well.”
We moved together.
The rain had eased to a mist.
The dock boards were slick beneath my boots.
The lake was black beyond the railing.
Morales and the deputy checked the shoreline.
Nothing.
Then Lawson pointed toward the stone wall.
“There.”
A small metal plate had been fixed beneath the dock.
I knelt.
Three marks.
Triangle.
Circle.
Triangle.
The same symbols from the photograph.
I pressed the center.
Nothing happened.
Vale crouched beside me.
“Try turning it.”
I did.
The plate shifted.
A compartment opened.
Inside was a small waterproof drive.
Morales photographed it before removing it.
The label read:
BELL / FINAL
My hands went cold.
“That was what my father was hiding.”
Vale nodded.
“Maybe.”
Morales sealed the drive.
“We'll have it analyzed.”
I looked at him.
“What's on it?”
“We don't know.”
Vale answered anyway.
“Enough to explain why people are willing to threaten your family.”
We returned to the house.
Jessica sat at the kitchen table, staring at Ryan's phone.
“I found something.”
Morales approached.
“What?”
She showed him the call log.
Ryan had called Elliot nineteen times that day.
Elliot had called Ryan twenty-one times.
The last call came at 6:17 p.m.
One minute before the message instructing Ryan to move the case.
“What happened after that?” I asked.
Jessica shook her head.
“I don't know.”
Morales examined the phone.
“There's another number.”
“What number?”
“Unknown.”
He showed me.
It had called Ryan twice.
The second call lasted eleven seconds.
“Can we identify it?”
“Maybe.”
Lawson brought the network logs.
Someone had connected remotely at 6:29.
The connection originated from the property.
Then again at 11:47.
That was ten minutes before Vale arrived.
I looked at the ceiling.
Someone had been watching us.
Not from outside.
From inside the house.
Morales checked every room.
Nothing.
No hidden cameras.
No obvious device.
Then Vale noticed the old smoke detector in the hallway.
“Take that down.”
Lawson hesitated.
“Why?”
“It isn't original.”
He removed the cover.
A tiny lens sat behind it.
Jessica covered her mouth.
“Oh my God.”
Morales photographed it.
“Who installed this?”
Lawson looked sick.
“I didn't.”
I stared at the camera.
The room suddenly felt contaminated.
Someone had watched us arrive.
Someone had watched us discover the cabinet.
Someone had watched us find the photograph.
Maybe they were still watching.
Morales disconnected it.
The device had a transmitter.
He examined the casing.
“No serial number.”
Vale's expression was grim.
“Professional equipment.”
I looked at him.
“Who would have installed it?”
“Someone who knew the house.”
Jessica whispered, “Ryan.”
I looked at her.
She shook her head.
“No. I mean… maybe.”
Vale didn't answer.
That silence told me more than words would have.
Morales asked Jessica where Ryan had been that afternoon.
She said he left the house around noon.
He had told her he needed to meet Elliot.
At 3:00, he returned.
At 5:00, he left again.
At 6:31, the keypad was changed.
At 6:37, Elliot entered.
At 6:40, the van left.
At some point after that, Ryan disappeared.
The timeline was becoming precise.
Too precise.
I looked at the photograph of my father.
He had spent years building a trail.
Someone had spent years erasing it.
Now both trails had converged on me.
Morales received a call.
He listened.
Then he looked at me.
“Ryan's truck has been processed.”
“Did they find blood?”
“No.”
“Anything else?”
“His wallet.”
I exhaled.
“So he left voluntarily.”
“Not necessarily.”
“What was inside?”
“A receipt.”
“For what?”
“A storage unit.”
Morales handed me a photograph.
The receipt was dated six months earlier.
The unit was rented under a name I didn't recognize.
But the signature at the bottom belonged to Ryan.
Vale looked at it.
“That's not random.”
“What does it mean?”
“Your father used storage units when he was moving evidence.”
I stared at the paper.
“Could the case be there?”
“Possibly.”
Morales shook his head.
“Or someone wants us to think it is.”
The phone on the kitchen table buzzed.
Everyone turned.
A new message.
This time it contained an address.
Then:
Come before midnight.
Bring the photograph.
Bring Jessica.
I looked at my sister.
She had gone pale.
“Why me?”
I didn't know.
Vale did.
“Because whoever sent this believes Jessica knows where Ryan is.”
Jessica shook her head.
“I don't.”
The phone buzzed again.
Another message.
Tell Emily what you saw.
Jessica began crying.
“What does that mean?”
I stepped closer.
“Jessica.”
She looked at me.
“There is something you haven't told me.”
“I don't know what.”
“You saw something last night.”
She closed her eyes.
Then she whispered, “I saw Ryan give the case to Elliot.”
Morales stared at her.
“You told us Ryan was carrying it.”
“I didn't see him hand it over.”
“You said you didn't remember.”
“I remembered after seeing the footage.”
“Why didn't you tell us?”
“Because I was scared.”
“Of Ryan?”
She shook her head.
“Of the man who was waiting in the van.”
I felt my stomach tighten.
“Who?”
Jessica looked directly at me.
“The man from the photograph.”
The room went silent.
The stranger my father had been watching.
The man whose name Daniel Vale had given us.
Arthur Bell.
Jessica had seen him yesterday.
And he had been waiting outside my father's house for us to find the case.
Click here to continue reading: PART 7: Jessica Finally Told Me What She Saw Beside the Van, and the Truth Forced Us Toward the One Place Ryan Had Tried to Hide
The Family Reunion Ended Before Dinner, and the Locked Cabinet Explained Why Everyone Suddenly Wanted Me Gone
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