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Not afraid in the way Victoria had been afraid.

Something more depleted.

“It created a contingent voting trust.”

“For Daniel.”

“Yes.”

“At eight years old.”

“He wasn’t supposed to exercise anything at eight.”

“Then explain it properly.”

Michael rubbed the back of his neck.

“The shares stayed managed by trustees until he reached twenty-five.”

Arthur frowned.

“So why kidnap him?”

“Because if Daniel died before twenty-five, the voting block reverted.”

“To whom?”

Michael said nothing.

Arthur already knew.

“To you and me.”

Michael nodded.

Arthur stared at him.

The logic was so ugly that it became almost simple.

If Daniel lived, the future of the company moved beyond the brothers.

If Daniel died, they inherited control.

If Daniel vanished, everything stalled.

Morales said, “Who knew about the amendment?”

“Dad, Mercer, me, Victoria eventually.”

Arthur looked sharply at him.

“Eventually?”

“I told her.”

“Before Daniel disappeared?”

Michael lowered his eyes.

“Yes.”

Arthur stepped closer.

Morales did not touch him this time.

“Why?”

Michael’s answer came slowly.

“Because I needed help.”

Arthur’s voice dropped.

“With kidnapping my son.”

“With delaying you.”

Michael looked up.

“I told you, it was supposed to be forty-eight hours.”

“You keep saying that like two days makes it reasonable.”

“It doesn’t.”

“Then stop using it.”

Michael’s mouth closed.

Arthur could hear a cart rolling somewhere farther down the corridor.

A nurse laughed quietly at something near the elevators.

The ordinary sounds made the conversation feel obscene.

Morales said, “Who physically took Daniel?”

Michael’s face tightened.

“I don’t know.”

Arthur stared at him.

“You arranged it.”

“I arranged through someone else.”

“Who?”

“Evan Rusk.”

Morales looked up.

“Full name?”

“Evan Thomas Rusk.”

“Occupation?”

“He did private security work.”

Arthur knew him too.

Not well.

A large man who had stood beside Michael at fundraisers and once driven their father home after a gala.

Arthur had forgotten his face until the name returned it.

“Where is he?”

Michael shook his head.

“I don’t know.”

Morales said, “When did you last speak with him?”

“Years ago.”

Arthur said, “How many?”

“Five, maybe.”

“Before or after my son was declared dead?”

Michael’s eyes dropped again.

“After.”

Arthur stepped toward him.

Morales moved between them.

“Arthur.”

He stopped.

Michael said, “I was trying to make him tell me where Daniel was.”

Arthur stared at him.

“Did he?”

“No.”

“Did you call police?”

“No.”

“Did you tell me?”

“No.”

“Then spare me the version where you were looking.”

Michael’s shoulders sagged.

Arthur recognized the posture.

Their father used to call it Michael’s surrender trick.

Not surrender exactly.

A way of making the other person feel cruel for continuing.

Arthur had fallen for it as a boy.

He did not now.

Morales said, “Why did you believe Victoria had Daniel?”

Michael looked at her.

“Because Rusk said she took over.”

“What does that mean?”

“He said she changed the location without telling him.”

Arthur’s skin prickled.

Morales asked, “When?”

“The third day.”

Arthur looked at Michael.

“The day you were supposed to return him.”

“Yes.”

“What did you do?”

“I called her.”

“And?”

“She said Daniel had seen enough to identify everyone.”

Arthur’s face hardened.

Michael continued.

“She said we needed time.”

“We.”

“She used that word.”

“And you accepted it.”

“No.”

Michael shook his head.

“I told her to bring him back.”

“Did you go get him?”

“I didn’t know where he was.”

Arthur’s voice sharpened.

“You had money, security, investigators, lawyers.”

“I know.”

“You had me.”

Michael flinched.

Arthur stepped around Morales, but did not advance.

“You had the one person who would have burned the state down looking for him.”

Michael’s mouth trembled.

“I couldn’t tell you.”

“Because?”

“You would have killed me.”

Arthur stared at him for several seconds.

Then he said, “You were more afraid of me than you were afraid for him.”

Michael looked away.

The corridor doors opened.

Hannah came through with a hospital visitor sticker crooked on her cream blouse.

She stopped when she saw Michael.

Her entire body changed.

Not dramatically.

Her shoulders simply went rigid.

Michael noticed her.

“Hannah.”

She walked toward Arthur instead.

“How is Daniel?”

“Stable.”

“Can I see him?”

Arthur looked toward the door.

“He asked for you.”

Something passed over Hannah’s face.

Relief mixed with guilt.

Michael said, “You knew something was wrong with the house.”

Hannah turned.

“Don’t speak to me.”

Michael stared at her.

“You went there months ago.”

Arthur looked at Hannah.

She had already gone pale.

“Hannah.”

She met his eyes.

“I was going to tell you.”

Arthur said nothing.

Her mouth tightened.

“I know how that sounds.”

“When?”

“The first time I noticed the dimensions?”

Arthur waited.

“September.”

The month struck him harder than he expected.

Eight months.

“You waited eight months.”

“I didn’t know there was a room.”

“You thought what?”

“That the renovation plans were wrong.”

Arthur stared at her.

Hannah looked toward Daniel’s room.

“Victoria hired me to review the interior because she was considering selling.”

Arthur frowned.

“She told me she was refinancing.”

“She told me selling.”

Michael gave a quiet bitter laugh.

Everyone looked at him.

“She was preparing an exit.”

Morales said, “Explain.”

Michael shook his head.

“Later.”

Hannah looked back at Arthur.

“I measured the hallway twice.”

“And?”

“It was off by nearly seven feet.”

Arthur’s anger returned.

“You knew that.”

“Yes.”

“You came to me this morning acting like you had just found the discrepancy.”

“I had just found the renovation permit.”

“That isn’t the same thing.”

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell me in September?”

Hannah’s eyes shone.

“Because I thought you would think I was looking for a reason to get back into your life.”

Arthur stared at her.

She pressed on before he could speak.

“You had made it very clear you didn’t want that.”

“So you ignored a hidden space in my house because it might have been awkward?”

“No.”

Her voice sharpened.

“I asked Victoria.”

Arthur waited.

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“She said there had been a structural chase added for utilities.”

Michael muttered, “That was the story.”

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