Chương 6
“Not exactly.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
There it was.
The answer hiding inside the answer.
“You knew something.”
“I knew people were nervous.”
“People?”
“Daniel.”
“No.”
His voice sharpened.
“No, you don’t get to do that.”
The apartment felt suddenly too quiet.
“You don’t get to call me after I lose my job and give me half sentences like I’m supposed to be grateful.”
Marcus stayed silent.
Daniel hated himself a little for saying it.
Marcus had always been the person who showed up when things became difficult.
When Daniel’s wife died, Marcus had been the one who sat with him in the hospital parking lot because Daniel could not bring himself to drive home.
When Claire left for college, Marcus had helped him move the last boxes from her room.
But grief and anger were not careful enough to remember every kindness.
“I’m sorry,” Marcus finally said.
Daniel looked at the wall.
He did not want an apology.
He wanted a time machine.
He wanted to return to three days earlier when the biggest problem in his life was a spreadsheet that would not balance.
“You need to meet me tomorrow,” Marcus said.
“Where?”
“Somewhere public.”
That answer made Daniel straighten.
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know who is watching.”
Daniel almost dismissed it.
The sentence sounded dramatic.
The kind of thing people said in movies when the audience needed to feel danger.
Then he remembered the missing photo.
The note in his handwriting.
The termination meeting where everyone already seemed prepared.
“Who took my picture?” he asked.
Marcus went quiet.
“What picture?”
“The one from my shelf.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Daniel walked back into the living room.
The empty space beside the bookshelf looked strangely deliberate.
“Someone removed a photo from my apartment.”
“Are you sure?”
The question irritated him.
“Yes, Marcus.”
“I’m not saying you’re wrong.”
“It sounds like you are.”
“I’m saying we need to separate what we know from what we feel.”
Daniel stared at the phone.
That sounded exactly like Marcus.
Practical.
Careful.
Almost painfully reasonable.
Sometimes Daniel respected that.
Sometimes he wanted to throw something at him.
“Tomorrow,” Marcus repeated.
Daniel did not answer immediately.
Outside his window, a bus stopped at the corner.
People stepped off.
A man carried a grocery bag against his chest.
A woman struggled with a stroller while her child complained about something Daniel could not hear.
For a moment, the normal movement of strangers made him feel embarrassed.
As if he had been given some private disaster that nobody else had agreed to participate in.
“Fine,” Daniel said.
“Where?”
Marcus gave him an address.
Daniel wrote it down on the back of an old receipt sitting near the phone charger.
The handwriting came out uneven.
“You need to do something else,” Marcus said.
“What?”
“Check your email.”
Daniel frowned.
“Why?”
“Because if they are cleaning this up, they may not have gotten everything.”
The call ended before Daniel could ask what that meant.
He stood in the kitchen holding the phone.
Then he opened his laptop.
The screen lit up with dozens of notifications.
Most were ordinary.
Promotional emails.
A reminder about a bill.
A message from his bank.
Then he saw one from the company system.
No subject line.
No sender name.
Just a timestamp from the night before his termination meeting.
Daniel clicked it.
The message contained only one sentence.
You should have stopped looking when you found the first mistake.
He stared at the screen.
The words were not a threat exactly.
That was what made them worse.
A threat would have been easier.
A threat admitted fear.
This felt like confidence.
His phone rang.
He expected Marcus.
Instead, Claire’s name appeared.
He almost ignored it.
Then he answered.
“Hey.”
“Dad.”
Something in her voice changed immediately.
“What?”
“I’m outside.”
Daniel looked toward the front door.
A few seconds later, someone knocked.
He opened it and found Claire standing there with a paper bag from a restaurant near her apartment.
She held it up awkwardly.
“I brought food.”
Daniel stepped aside.
“You didn’t have to.”
“I know.”
She walked in and looked around.
Her eyes moved to the empty space beside the bookshelf.
She stopped.
“Where’s Mom’s picture?”
Daniel did not answer quickly enough.
Claire noticed.
That was the problem with people who loved you.
They noticed the things strangers ignored.
“I don’t know,” he said.
Claire placed the food on the counter.
“Dad.”
“I’m serious.”
“What happened today?”
Daniel looked at his daughter.
For years, he had tried to protect her from his problems.
He had convinced himself that was what good parents did.
But standing there, with his job gone and pieces of his life moving without permission, he wondered if protection had slowly become another form of distance.
“I got fired.”
Claire went still.
“Why?”
“They said I leaked confidential information.”
Her expression changed from surprise to anger.
“They think you did that?”
Daniel looked away.
The question hurt because it sounded like the answer mattered.
“No.”
Claire stepped closer.
“Dad.”
“I said no.”
“I know.”
Her voice softened.
“I’m not asking because I believe them.”
The room became quiet.
“I’m asking because I want to know what happened to you.”
Daniel looked at the food bag.
Steam had already started disappearing from the container inside.
A small detail.
A normal detail.
A reminder that someone had still thought about dinner.
“I found something wrong at work,” he said.
And for the first time that day, he told someone the whole story.
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The envelope was still in Mara Voss’s hand when the police officer asked her why her fingerprints were on the missing man’s desk.
She looked down at the paper she had been carrying for three hours, then back at the officer, and the answer that should have come easily stayed trapped somewhere behind her teeth.
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“I don’t know,” she said.
The detective sitting across from her did not write anything for several seconds.
