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"Yes."
"The invoices are dated February."
"So?"
"Your business tax ID on them belongs to a company in Ohio."
Gideon frowned.
"Then they're fake."
"Probably."
"Why use my name?"
"I don't know."
He looked toward the road again.
The black sedan came back into his mind.
Evelyn said, "Gideon, there's more."
"What?"
"The invoices total eighty-seven thousand dollars."
"That's not enough to matter in a three-million-dollar scheme."
"No."
"Then why mention it?"
"Because one of them has an attached inspection sheet."
He waited.
"The mechanic listed is Gideon Ror."
"Still fake."
"The employee ID beneath your name isn't."
A cold pressure moved through his chest.
"What employee ID?"
Evelyn took a breath.
"Your old Navy service number."
He said nothing.
Maisie was watching him now.
Her face had changed.
Evelyn's voice became quieter.
"I don't know how someone got it."
Gideon stared at the dashboard.
Very few people in civilian life knew that number.
Fewer had access to the documents where it appeared.
One of them had been dead for four years.
Another worked at the Department of Veterans Affairs.
The rest belonged to a life Gideon had worked very hard to leave behind.
"Send me a photo."
"I already did."
His phone buzzed.
He opened the message.
The invoice filled the screen.
His name.
His shop.
A forged signature that looked close enough to pass at a glance.
Below it, a number he had not seen in years.
Maisie leaned toward him.
"Dad?"
Gideon locked the screen.
"Not now."
She pulled back.
The hurt in her face landed immediately.
He regretted the tone.
Evelyn said, "Where are you?"
"Gas station on Franklin."
"I'm ten minutes away."
"No."
"What?"
"Don't come here."
"Why?"
"Someone followed us from my house."
Silence.
Then Evelyn said, "Are you safe?"
"For the moment."
"Maisie?"
"With me."
Another silence.
This one felt different.
Not corporate.
Not strategic.
Personal.
"I am sorry."
"Not useful."
"I know."
Gideon looked at the dark road.
"Where's Daniel?"
"At headquarters."
"Is he with anyone?"
"Legal counsel and internal audit."
"Do they know about the invoices?"
"Yes."
"Who found them?"
"Daniel."
"Convenient."
Evelyn did not defend him.
That told Gideon more than a defense would have.
"Where were the records?" he asked.
"Digital archive."
"So the paper fire didn't erase them."
"No."
"Then whoever burned the records room either didn't know that or wanted everybody looking at the fire."
Evelyn was silent.
Gideon continued.
"You said the missing cabinet was paper."
"Yes."
"What was in it?"
"Original subcontract certifications."
"Signatures?"
"Among other things."
"Whose?"
"Briggs."
"Daniel?"
A pause.
"Some."
Gideon closed his eyes.
There it was.
Not proof.
A shape.
A problem with edges.
"Stay where you are," Evelyn said.
"No."
"Gideon."
"I have my daughter."
"Then let security come to you."
"Whose security?"
"My company's."
"The company whose records contain my forged signature?"
She had no answer.
Gideon started the truck.
Maisie sat upright.
Evelyn said, "What are you doing?"
"Going somewhere nobody in your company knows."
"Where?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Gideon."
"Call Sullivan."
"I already did."
"Good."
"And the invoice?"
"Keep the original file untouched."
"I know."
"Email it to nobody else."
"Why?"
"Because if the metadata matters, forwarding can muddy things."
She paused.
"You do know how evidence works."
"I know enough."
"From the Navy?"
Gideon looked at Maisie.
Her eyes were on him.
He should have lied.
He did not.
"Yes."
Maisie's face changed.
Not fear this time.
Confusion.
Gideon shifted into drive.
"We'll talk later."
She said nothing.
That silence was worse than a question.
He pulled onto Franklin Road.
In the mirror, the gas station shrank behind them.
Maisie finally spoke.
"What did you do in the Navy?"
Gideon kept his eyes on the road.
"Things I should have told you about sooner."
"Were you a mechanic?"
"Sometimes."
"That's not an answer."
"No."
She waited.
He could feel her waiting.
Finally he said, "I was a SEAL."
The word remained between them.
Maisie blinked.
"Like the animal?"
Despite everything, a laugh escaped him.
"No."
She frowned.
"Oh."
Then understanding arrived.
Her mouth opened slightly.
"The military kind?"
"Yeah."
She stared at him.
"June knew."
"Yes."
"Mom knew."
"Yes."
"Everybody knew except me."
"Not everybody."
"That doesn't help."
"I know."
She turned toward the window.
Gideon drove another block before saying, "I wasn't trying to keep you outside my life."
"It feels like you did."
The sentence hit harder because she did not raise her voice.
He gripped the steering wheel.
"I didn't know how to tell you."
"You could use words."
"Fair."
Maisie folded her arms.
"Did you kill people?"
Gideon's hands stopped moving.
There were questions a parent could prepare for.
That one had lived in the back of his mind for years, waiting for an age he had never chosen.
"Yes."
Maisie looked at him.
He did not look away from the road.
"Bad people?"
"Sometimes."
"What does that mean?"
"It means life doesn't always sort people that cleanly."
She stared ahead.
"Did you like it?"
"No."
That answer needed no thought.
Maisie nodded once.
"Okay."
Again that word.
Gideon glanced at her.
She looked exhausted now.
Nine years old and carrying things she had not been carrying an hour earlier.
His phone buzzed with another message.
Sullivan.
CALL ME NOW.
Gideon dialed.
Sullivan answered immediately.
"Where are you?"
"Driving."
"Stop somewhere public."
"Why?"
"We reached Dale."
Gideon felt his stomach drop.
"And?"
"His wife answered."
"What happened?"
"He's gone."
"Gone how?"
"Left the house ten minutes after he called you."
"Alone?"
"She thinks so."
"Why would he leave?"
"She found a note."
"What note?"
Sullivan hesitated.
"It says he made a mistake and needs to fix it."
Gideon looked at Maisie.
She was watching the road.
"That's not Dale's voice."
"You know him for fifteen minutes."
"I know what fear sounds like."
Sullivan's reply came flat.
"So do I."
Gideon tightened his grip.
"Phone location?"
"Off."
"Truck?"
"Missing."
"Briggs?"
"Not at home."
"Travis?"
May you like
"Also not answering."
The road ahead seemed suddenly much darker.
