Chapter 4: The Dead Man in the Photograph
Ethan stared at Vanessa.
“Michael Bennett?”
The name echoed through the abandoned hotel.
For several seconds, neither of them moved.
Rain hammered against the broken windows.
Somewhere downstairs, water dripped steadily from a damaged ceiling.
Ethan's face had gone completely blank.
“My father died twenty-five years ago.”
Vanessa didn't answer.
“You knew him?”
Still nothing.
Ethan stepped closer.
“Vanessa.”
She finally looked up.
“Yes.”
The word was barely audible.
Ethan's jaw tightened.
“How?”
Vanessa swallowed.
“Michael wasn't just your father.”
“What does that mean?”
“He was the reason Daniel came into my life.”
Ethan stared at her.
“You're going to explain every word.”
Vanessa looked toward the hallway.
“We need to leave.”
“No.”
“Ethan, listen to me. Victor isn't the person we should be worried about.”
“You said that already.”
“And I was right.”
“You knew my father was alive?”
“No.”
“You just said his name.”
“I knew he might be alive.”
Ethan laughed bitterly.
“My father died in a plane crash.”
“That is what everyone was told.”
“My mother identified his body.”
Vanessa's expression tightened.
“Did she?”
Ethan stopped.
He had never questioned that detail.
He had been eight years old when Michael Bennett supposedly died.
His mother had refused to let him attend the funeral.
She had told him his father had been badly injured.
She had said there were things children shouldn't see.
For years, Ethan had accepted it.
But now...
A terrible thought entered his mind.
“Where was the funeral?”
Vanessa looked at him.
“There wasn't one.”
Ethan's blood ran cold.
“My mother told me there was.”
“She lied.”
“Why?”
Vanessa hesitated.
“Because she was protecting you.”
“From what?”
Before Vanessa could answer, footsteps echoed from the hallway.
Both turned.
A figure appeared at the end of the corridor.
Ethan raised the fireplace poker.
“Who's there?”
The figure stepped into the light.
An elderly woman.
Gray hair.
Black coat.
She held an old leather handbag.
Vanessa immediately recognized her.
“Mrs. Parker?”
The woman's eyes filled with tears.
“Vanessa.”
Ethan looked between them.
“Who is she?”
Vanessa didn't answer.
The woman did.
“I worked for your family.”
Ethan lowered the poker slightly.
“How long?”
“Thirty-two years.”
She stared at him.
“You look exactly like your father.”
Ethan froze.
“You knew Michael?”
Mrs. Parker nodded.
“I was there the night he disappeared.”
Vanessa stepped toward her.
“Why are you here?”
Mrs. Parker's hands trembled.
“Because I heard that Ethan had started searching.”
She looked at Ethan.
“And because someone has been killing everyone who remembers that night.”
The silence was immediate.
Ethan stared at her.
“Who?”
Mrs. Parker's eyes shifted toward Vanessa.
“She knows.”
Vanessa whispered,
“Stop.”
Mrs. Parker shook her head.
“No more lies.”
Ethan stepped between them.
“What happened to my father?”
Mrs. Parker took a deep breath.
“Michael Bennett didn't die in a plane crash.”
Ethan's heart pounded.
“He disappeared.”
“Why?”
“He was investigating a company called Black Meridian.”
Ethan frowned.
“What's that?”
Mrs. Parker's expression changed.
“A private financial network.”
“What does that have to do with Vanessa?”
Mrs. Parker looked directly at her.
“Everything.”
Vanessa's eyes closed.
Ethan turned toward her.
“What did you do?”
“I didn't create Black Meridian.”
“But you were involved.”
“Yes.”
“How?”
Vanessa's voice trembled.
“I worked for them.”
Ethan took a step backward.
“You?”
“Yes.”
“What did they do?”
Vanessa hesitated.
“Money laundering. Fraud. Blackmail.”
Ethan's face hardened.
“And murder?”
Vanessa didn't answer.
That was answer enough.
Mrs. Parker spoke quietly.
“Your father discovered Black Meridian was using wealthy families as fronts.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Families?”
“Yes.”
“Which families?”
Mrs. Parker opened her handbag.
She removed a folder.
Inside were dozens of documents.
Bank transfers.
Photographs.
Names.
Ethan scanned the first page.
Then the second.
His expression changed.
“These are Bennett accounts.”
“Yes.”
“My father owned these?”
“No.”
Ethan looked up.
“Then who did?”
Mrs. Parker pointed to a signature.
“Vanessa.”
Ethan's stomach dropped.
He looked at Vanessa.
“You used my family's accounts.”
“I was forced to.”
“By Victor?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Vanessa's eyes filled with tears.
“Michael.”
Ethan stopped breathing.
“My father?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“Because he was running Black Meridian.”
Ethan stared at her.
The world seemed to tilt.
“My father wasn't investigating it.”
“No.”
Vanessa's voice broke.
“He created it.”
Ethan shook his head.
“No.”
“He built the network.”
“No.”
“He recruited Daniel.”
“No.”
“And he recruited me.”
Ethan stepped away from her.
“You're lying.”
“I wish I were.”
His breathing became heavier.
“My father was a businessman.”
“He was.”
“A respected businessman.”
“Yes.”
“He donated millions to charities.”
“Yes.”
“He loved my mother.”
Vanessa looked down.
“He did.”
“Then why?”
Vanessa whispered,
“Because Michael Bennett had two lives.”
Ethan said nothing.
“One for the world.”
“And the other?”
Vanessa looked at him.
“The other was Black Meridian.”
A loud bang came from downstairs.
Everyone froze.
Mrs. Parker whispered,
“They found us.”
Ethan grabbed Vanessa's arm.
“Who?”
She shook her head.
“Run.”
They hurried through the hallway.
Another gunshot exploded.
The bullet struck the wall beside Ethan's head.
He pulled Vanessa behind a concrete pillar.
Mrs. Parker dropped to the floor.
“Stay down!”
Footsteps thundered below.
Ethan looked toward the staircase.
Three men entered the lobby.
All wearing black.
One spoke into a radio.
“Target located.”
Vanessa's face went pale.
“It's Victor.”
Ethan shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at the men.
“Victor doesn't have that kind of security.”
Vanessa whispered,
“Michael does.”
Ethan stared at her.
“My father?”
She nodded.
“Your father is the one person Victor has always been afraid of.”
Another gunshot.
The attackers began moving upstairs.
Ethan searched the room.
Then noticed a narrow door behind an old curtain.
He opened it.
A service staircase.
“Inside.”
They hurried through.
Mrs. Parker followed.
Ethan closed the door.
The three of them descended into darkness.
Halfway down, Mrs. Parker suddenly stopped.
“What?”
She looked terrified.
“I forgot something.”
“What?”
“The photograph.”
Vanessa grabbed her arm.
“We don't have time.”
Mrs. Parker shook her head.
“It proves Michael is alive.”
Ethan stared at her.
“Where is it?”
She reached into her coat.
Nothing.
Her face changed.
“It was taken.”
“By who?”
She looked behind them.
A shadow appeared at the top of the stairs.
A man's voice echoed through the darkness.
“You shouldn't have brought Ethan here.”
Vanessa froze.
Ethan turned.
The man stepped into the light.
Victor.
He was holding a gun.
But he wasn't aiming at Ethan.
He was aiming at Mrs. Parker.
“You've caused enough trouble.”
Vanessa stepped forward.
“Victor, don't.”
Victor's eyes narrowed.
“Move.”
Ethan stood between them.
“You want to shoot her?”
Victor shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at Ethan.
“I want you to understand something.”
“What?”
“Your father is alive.”
Ethan's heart stopped.
Victor continued.
“And he's been watching you for twenty-five years.”
Ethan's face went pale.
“Where is he?”
Victor smiled.
“Ask Vanessa.”
Ethan turned.
Vanessa was crying.
“What aren't you telling me?”
She looked at him.
“I met your father.”
“When?”
“Two years ago.”
Ethan's eyes widened.
“You met him after you married me?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
Vanessa whispered,
“In your house.”
Ethan's entire body went rigid.
“You're telling me Michael Bennett has been inside my home?”
Vanessa nodded.
“Many times.”
A deafening silence followed.
Then Ethan remembered something.
Every morning for the past two years, there had been a security guard at the mansion who never spoke to him.
A tall man.
Always wearing sunglasses.
Always standing near the eastern gate.
Ethan had never thought twice about him.
Now a terrifying possibility surfaced.
“Who was the guard?”
Vanessa looked at him.
Her lips trembled.
“Michael.”
Ethan's eyes widened.
Suddenly, Victor's phone rang.
He answered.
“Yes?”
He listened.
His expression changed.
Then he slowly looked at Ethan.
“It's too late.”
Ethan stepped forward.
“What?”
Victor put the phone on speaker.
A man's voice came through.
Older.
Calm.
Cold.
“Hello, Ethan.”
Ethan stopped breathing.
He knew that voice.
He hadn't heard it since he was eight years old.
But somewhere buried deep inside his memory...
he remembered it.
“Dad?”
Silence.
Then the voice replied.
“Yes, son.”
Ethan's knees nearly buckled.
Vanessa covered her mouth.
Victor lowered his gun.
And Michael Bennett spoke again.
“I've waited twenty-five years for you to discover the truth.”
Ethan's eyes filled with disbelief.
“Where are you?”
Michael laughed softly.
“Closer than you think.”
The call ended.
At that exact moment, Ethan's phone received a photograph.
He opened it.
His blood turned cold.
It was a live image from inside his Malibu mansion.
Sophie was sitting on the living room sofa.
Beside her stood an elderly man.
Silver hair.
Dark suit.
One hand resting gently on Sophie's shoulder.
Ethan stared at the screen.
Michael Bennett was smiling.
Then another message appeared.
COME HOME, SON.
A second message followed.
WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT YOUR MOTHER.
Ethan's face went white.
Because his mother had been dead for twenty-five years.
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And if Michael was telling the truth...
then the story of her death had been a lie too.
