Chapter 5 - The Secret Samuel KeptBy dawn, the estate was burning.
Not entirely. My security team had contained the fire to the west wing, and the attackers had retreated before reinforcements arrived. But the main entrance was destroyed, the windows were shattered, and one of the guard towers had collapsed into the snow.
Two men were dead.
Three were wounded.
I sat in the medical room while a surgeon removed the bullet from my shoulder.
Vincent stood outside the door, arguing with someone over the phone.
When the surgeon finished, I asked for Samuel.
He entered with Noah and Goliath.
The boy's sweatshirt was torn at the sleeve, and soot darkened his cheek. He hugged Goliath's neck, refusing to release the dog even when his grandfather asked him to sit.
"I'm sorry," I said.
Samuel gave me a hard look.
"Sorry doesn't rebuild a house."
"No. Money does."
"We don't want your money."
"Then tell me what you want."
He considered that.
"I want to know why men with machine guns came to a place where my grandson was sleeping."
I couldn't offer him an answer that would make the world feel safer.
"Because I brought my enemies here."
"And what are you going to do about it?"
"End this."
Samuel leaned forward.
"That's what dangerous men always say."
I studied him.
There was something beneath his anger. Something older than the attack, older than the night Noah had found me.
"Mr. Mercer, you recognized Marcus Bellini's photograph. You recognized the vehicle outside the hospital. And you knew something when I mentioned Adrian."
He went still.
"Where have you seen my family before?"
Samuel glanced at Noah.
The boy was busy inspecting Goliath's paws for injuries.
"Not here," Samuel said quietly.
We moved to a small study away from the others.
Samuel closed the door.
"Thirty years ago, I was a deputy sheriff in Virginia. Before that, I served in the military. I saw men do things they believed would never come back to haunt them."
"Did you know my father?"
"Anthony Vale."
"Yes."
Samuel's expression darkened.
"I met him once. He came to my station after an accident on a mountain road. His vehicle had been forced off the highway. There was blood on his shirt, but he refused medical treatment."
"An accident?"
"That's what he called it. He also gave me an envelope and told me to keep it somewhere safe."
"What was in it?"
"Documents. Bank records. Photographs. Names of people who were paying your father's employees to move weapons through legitimate businesses."
I stared at him.
My father had built the organization I inherited. He'd always insisted that our family survived because it knew which lines not to cross.
If Samuel was telling the truth, those lines had been disappearing long before I took control.
"Why didn't you come to me?"
"Because your father told me not to. He said you were trying to pull the organization away from the worst of its business. He believed you might succeed."
"He never told me anything about this."
"Perhaps he wanted you to believe there was still something worth saving."
My jaw tightened.
"Where are the documents?"
Samuel looked toward the door.
"I hid them. Years passed. Then I left the department. I moved to Hollow Falls to raise my daughter and help with my grandson after she died."
"What happened to your daughter?"
His face changed.
"Her name was Rachel. She worked as a nurse in Pennsylvania. Three years ago, she was driving home when a truck ran her off the road."
I felt an unfamiliar chill.
"An accident?"
"The police said so."
"But you don't believe them."
"No."
Samuel placed both hands on the desk.
"Two weeks before she died, Rachel called me. She said she'd seen something at the hospital where she worked. A man had been admitted after a gunfight. He had a tattoo of a black crown on his wrist."
My blood turned cold.
The black crown was a symbol used by a private security group that had once protected our family's interests.
It was also the emblem Adrian had adopted after taking over our legitimate businesses.
"Did Rachel know his name?"
"She said he was connected to a man who had been paying hospital employees to falsify records. Then she told me something I couldn't understand."
"What?"
Samuel's eyes met mine.
"She said the man was asking questions about your father."
A long silence followed.
I could hear the wind scraping against the damaged windows.
"Where are the documents now?" I asked.
"Under the floorboards in my old workshop. Nobody knows about them."
"Anyone who does know could be in danger."
"I've kept that secret for years."
"And now my brother has tried to kill me twice in three days."
Samuel stood.
"Then perhaps it's time the secret stopped being mine."
We returned to the medical room.
Noah looked up immediately.
"Grandpa, are you okay?"
Samuel knelt and touched his grandson's face.
"I'm fine."
"You always say that when you're not."
For a moment, the old man closed his eyes.
Then he hugged the boy.
I watched them, thinking of my own childhood, when Adrian and I had lived in a house where affection was treated like a weakness.
My father had taught us to survive.
Nobody had taught us how to be good.
That afternoon, Samuel agreed to retrieve the documents with Vincent's security team.
We had just begun arranging the trip when an emergency transmission arrived.
The voice on the radio belonged to one of my scouts.
"Boss, we've reached the Mercer property."
"Status?"
A burst of static.
Then a man's terrified whisper.
"Someone's already been here."
"What's happened?"
"We found the workshop."
Another pause.
"Mr. Vale, there's blood everywhere."
My stomach tightened.
"Where is Samuel's hiding place?"
The scout breathed hard into the radio.
"The floorboards are open."
Then came a sound I never forgot.
A gunshot.
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The transmission went dead.
And somewhere across the mountains, a man who knew my father's secrets had begun erasing the past.
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