Chapter 13 - The Last Lie of Daniel PikeDetective Alvarez moved Emily to a secure hospital room and placed officers outside her door.
Nina stayed with her.
I followed Alvarez into the hospital corridor, where she was reviewing documents on a tablet.
“Why would Daniel Pike be looking for me?” I asked.
“Because he believes you have the original evidence.”
“But I gave you everything I found.”
“Copies,” she reminded me. “Your wife mentioned that Rebecca kept another set.”
I thought about the letter.
Your wife saved one copy. I saved another.
“What if Rebecca gave the originals to someone else?”
“That would explain why Pike is still searching.”
“Then why would he come after me?”
“Because you're the only person who can interpret some of your wife's notes.”
She showed me a photograph of a page recovered from the farmhouse.
The handwriting was Martha's.
Beneath a list of names, she'd written a series of dates and addresses. Beside one address was a question mark.
I recognized the street.
It was my old workplace.
Before I retired, I'd spent thirty years maintaining industrial equipment at a manufacturing plant outside Harrisburg. The plant had closed a decade ago, and its offices had been converted into storage units.
But in 1994, a claims investigator named Daniel Pike had visited the building several times.
I remembered him now.
Not clearly, but enough.
He'd been looking for records relating to a vehicle that had supposedly been destroyed in a fire. I'd helped him retrieve a damaged filing cabinet from the basement, believing it was a routine insurance matter.
At the time, I'd thought nothing of it.
Now I remembered that Martha had asked me that evening whether anyone from the insurance company had visited the plant.
I'd said yes.
She'd gone quiet.
Two days later, she'd resigned from Keystone Claims.
“Detective, I think I can take you to another location.”
We drove to the old plant.
The gate was chained, but a small side door remained unlocked. Inside, the offices were dusty and smelled of rust. Old desks sat beneath cracked windows, and a row of metal filing cabinets lined the rear wall.
I led Alvarez toward the basement.
There, behind the cabinet I'd helped move thirty-two years earlier, was a narrow storage compartment built into the wall.
It was empty.
Except for a single sheet of paper.
I picked it up.
The document was a copy of a payment authorization dated November 1994. It carried the signature of Daniel Pike and a second signature belonging to Thomas Haskett.
The payment was for a supposed automobile accident involving Caroline Vale.
The amount was enormous for the time.
At the bottom, Martha had written a note.
NO ACCIDENT REPORT MATCHES THIS CLAIM. THE VEHICLE WAS NEVER FOUND.
I stared at the page.
“Caroline didn't die in a collision,” I said.
Alvarez examined the document.
“That's what it suggests.”
“Then what happened to her?”
“We need to find the original records.”
A sound echoed behind us.
Footsteps.
Alvarez turned, raising her weapon.
“State police! Identify yourself!”
A man emerged from the shadows.
It was Daniel Pike.
He wore a dark coat and carried a small leather case.
“Detective,” he said calmly. “You're trespassing on private property.”
“You're under investigation for attempted murder, evidence theft, and conspiracy.”
Daniel glanced at me.
“John. I was hoping we'd meet again under better circumstances.”
“You tried to kill my son-in-law.”
“I didn't.”
“I saw the photograph of your car.”
“Photographs can be misleading.”
Alvarez stepped forward.
“Put the case down and place your hands where I can see them.”
Daniel slowly lowered the case.
“You should be careful, Detective. You have no idea how many people are involved in this.”
“Then I'll have plenty of arrests to make.”
He smiled.
“You think this is about insurance claims? About a few missing files? You still don't understand.”
“Explain it.”
“Caroline Vale was going to expose a network that had been operating for decades. Her mother had discovered it. Martha Ashby copied the evidence. Rebecca spent years searching for it.”
His eyes moved toward me.
“And now you have all the pieces, John.”
“Where is Rebecca?”
“Dead, perhaps. Alive, perhaps. It's irrelevant.”
I stepped forward.
“You don't get to decide that.”
His smile faded.
“You should have left your wife's papers in the drawer.”
“Why? So you could keep hurting people?”
“Your wife had a choice. She could have handed over the file. She could have walked away. Instead, she decided she was a hero.”
I felt something inside me harden.
“Martha was never afraid of people like you.”
“Then she was foolish.”
“No,” I said. “She was brave. You're the one who's been hiding for thirty-two years.”
Daniel's expression changed.
For the first time, the polished mask slipped.
He lunged toward me.
Alvarez shouted, and the room erupted into movement. Daniel struck the filing cabinet, sending a shower of old papers to the floor. He tried to reach the side door, but two officers rushed down the stairs and seized him.
He struggled briefly, then went still.
As they handcuffed him, he turned toward me.
“You think arresting me will fix anything?”
“No,” I said. “But it's a start.”
He laughed under his breath.
“You still haven't found the original file.”
Alvarez pulled him toward the stairs.
“Maybe not. But we have enough to begin.”
Daniel looked back at me.
Then he spoke the words that stopped me cold.
“Ask your wife why she signed Caroline's death certificate.”
The room fell silent.
I stared at him.
“My wife was an accountant. She wasn't a doctor.”
Daniel's smile returned.
“That's what you were told.”
The officers dragged him away.
Alvarez turned toward me.
“John, we need to go.”
I couldn't move.
For thirty-two years, I'd believed Martha had discovered a crime and concealed the evidence to protect us.
Now I wondered whether she had been involved in something far more complicated.
Had she helped fake Caroline's death?
Had she signed a document that made the twins disappear?
And if she had, had she done it to save them?
Or had she been protecting the people who wanted them gone?
My phone vibrated.
A message from Nina.
DADDY, EMILY REMEMBERS WHAT HAPPENED TO HER MOTHER. YOU NEED TO COME NOW.
A second message appeared.
SHE SAYS MARTHA WAS THERE THE NIGHT CAROLINE DISAPPEARED.
I looked at the empty filing cabinet.
Then at the door where Daniel had vanished.
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For the first time since Martha died, I was afraid of discovering the truth about the woman I had loved.
Because the next secret might destroy everything I remembered about her.
