Chương 10
A framed picture that used to hang beside the stairs was gone.
But the smell remained.
Old wood.
Coffee.
The faint detergent his mother used before she died.
A house could forget people slower than people could forget each other.
Frank walked into the kitchen.
Daniel followed but did not sit.
His father placed the mug on the counter and rested both hands against the edge.
He looked smaller from behind.
Not weaker.
Just like someone who had been holding something heavy for too long.
"Tell me everything you know."
Daniel frowned.
"That is not how this works."
Frank turned around.
"Why?"
"Because you already know more than me."
The silence returned.
Frank looked at the floor.
"I knew you would find the locker eventually."
Daniel felt his jaw tighten.
"You knew?"
"Thomas rented it under his name."
"And you never told me?"
"I didn't know if it was still there."
"You could have checked."
"I could have."
The simple admission irritated Daniel more than an excuse.
"You just didn't."
Frank looked away.
"I was afraid."
Daniel stared at him.
The word sounded strange coming from his father.
Frank Mercer had always been the person who fixed things.
Broken sinks.
Late bills.
Bad grades.
Family arguments.
He was not supposed to be afraid.
"Of what?"
Frank pulled out a chair and sat.
"Of finding nothing."
Daniel did not expect that.
His father rubbed his hands together.
"People think the worst part of losing someone is not knowing where they are."
He paused.
"It isn't."
Daniel stayed standing.
"The worst part is knowing there might be an answer and being too scared to look for it."
The kitchen became quiet.
Outside, a lawn mower started somewhere nearby.
The sound moved through the neighborhood like nothing important was happening.
Daniel looked at the old refrigerator.
A small magnet shaped like a baseball was still attached near the bottom.
He remembered Thomas putting it there after a game when they were kids.
Thomas had said it was lucky.
Daniel had laughed because the magnet was just a cheap piece of plastic.
But Thomas kept it there anyway.
"You knew Richard Vale was involved."
Frank closed his eyes briefly.
"Yes."
"How long?"
"Since before Thomas disappeared."
Daniel felt anger rise again.
"You let me believe he just left."
"I let everyone believe that."
"Why?"
Frank looked at him.
"Because the truth would not have brought him back."
"That is not an answer."
"No."
Frank's voice became quieter.
"It is the reason I made the wrong choice."
Daniel walked to the window.
The curtains moved slightly from the air vent below.
"When did you find out?"
"Your brother came to me three months before he disappeared."
Daniel turned.
"What did he say?"
Frank looked at the empty chair across from him.
"He said Vale was hiding money."
Daniel waited.
"Not just hiding it from the government."
Frank swallowed.
"From the people who worked for him."
Daniel thought of the notebook.
The names.
The dates.
The questions.
"What kind of money?"
"I don't know exactly."
"You are still protecting something."
Frank's expression changed.
A flash of frustration appeared.
Not anger.
Exhaustion.
"I am trying to explain something I barely understood myself."
"Then explain badly."
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Frank gave a tired breath that almost sounded like a laugh.
"That sounds like Thomas."
Daniel looked at him.
"What?"
"He used to say that."
A small crack appeared in Frank's face.
"Whenever someone tried to give him a complicated answer, he would say, 'Then explain it badly until I can understand it.'"
Daniel looked down.
He hated how easily a single sentence could bring his brother back.
Not the missing person.
The person who used to steal fries from his plate and pretend he wasn't doing it.
The person who sang badly while washing dishes.
The person who promised he would teach Daniel how to drive and then spent two hours yelling because Daniel almost hit a mailbox.
Memory was unfair.
It gave people back for seconds and then took them away again.
"What happened after he came to you?"
Frank leaned back.
"I told him to stop."
Daniel shook his head.
"Of course you did."
"I told him he didn't know what he was dealing with."
"You thought he was reckless."
"I thought he was twenty-two."
The answer landed differently.
Daniel looked at him.
Frank continued.
"People forget what they were like at that age."
"My brother was not stupid."
"I never said he was."
"You treated him like he was."
Frank accepted that without fighting.
Maybe because he had already spent years fighting himself.
"Yes."
The honesty made the room feel heavier.
"He was brave."
Frank looked toward the hallway.
"That was the problem."
Daniel frowned.
"Being brave was the problem?"
"Being brave without understanding who you are standing against."
A phone vibrated on the counter.
Both of them looked at it.
Daniel noticed his father's eyes move first.
Not toward the screen.
Toward the window.
That bothered him.
"Who is that?"
Frank did not answer immediately.
The phone stopped.
A second later, another vibration came.
Frank reached for it.
Daniel stepped forward.
"Don't."
His father froze.
"What?"
"Let me see."
Frank held the phone.
The screen was facing down.
For a moment, they looked like two strangers negotiating over evidence.
Then Frank slowly turned it over.
The message was from an unknown number.
No words.
Just a photograph.
Daniel saw it from where he stood.
A picture of the storage facility.
Taken from across the street.
His stomach dropped.
"When was this taken?"
Frank looked at the time.
"Forty minutes ago."
Daniel felt the room change.
Not because someone was watching.
Because someone wanted them to know they were watching.
Maya was right.
Going alone had been the mistake.
"How did they know?"
Frank stared at the picture.
"I don't know."
Daniel grabbed his jacket.
"Then we call the police."
Frank did not move.
That hesitation was enough.
Daniel stopped.
"You don't want to."
"I don't know if that is the right move."
"Why?"
"Because if this is who I think it is, they have spent years making sure nobody listens."
Daniel looked at his father.
"And you think that changes if we stay quiet?"
"No."
Frank stood slowly.
"It changes if we understand what we are walking into."
Daniel almost argued.
Then he saw the look on his father's face.
Not fear alone.
Regret.
The kind that came from someone who had already made one decision and lived with the damage.
"I should have told you."
Daniel said nothing.
"I should have told you the day Thomas disappeared."
The sentence sat between them.
Not an apology.
Not enough.
But real.
"Why didn't you?"
Frank looked at the floor.
"Because Thomas asked me not to."
Daniel froze.
"What?"
"He thought if you knew, you would look for him."
"Of course I would have."
"Exactly."
Frank's eyes met his.
"That was why he made me promise."
Daniel felt something break open inside him.
His brother had not forgotten him.
He had not left without thinking about him.
He had been trying to keep him away.
And somehow that hurt almost as much as abandonment.
"Where is the rest of the evidence?"
Frank looked toward the stairs.
"What?"
"The notebook."
Daniel's voice sharpened.
"Thomas did not hide everything in a locker."
Frank stayed silent.
That was answer enough.
"Where?"
After a long moment, Frank walked to the hallway.
He reached beneath a small wooden table beside the stairs.
His fingers touched the underside.
Then he pulled out a small envelope taped beneath it.
Daniel stared.
"You had that the whole time?"
Frank looked at the envelope.
"No."
He handed it over.
"I found it after he disappeared."
Daniel did not take it immediately.
"What is inside?"
Frank looked at him.
"The reason your brother believed he could not trust anyone."
The words made Daniel hesitate.
Then he took the envelope.
Inside, something hard pressed against the paper.
A flash drive.
And a photograph.
Daniel pulled out the photograph first.
It showed Thomas standing outside a building Daniel did not recognize.
Beside him was Richard Vale.
But that was not what made Daniel stop.
Standing behind them was his father.
Frank.
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The three men were looking toward the same direction.
As if they had all just seen something that changed everything.
