Chapter 6 - THE GHOST IN THE HALLWAYI couldn't speak.
The man standing in front of me looked older, thinner, more hollow.
But there was no mistaking him.
My father.
Thomas Reed.
The man whose funeral I had attended fourteen years earlier.
The man buried under a stone bearing his name.
The man whose death had changed my entire life.
Sophie looked at him.
“Daddy?”
I couldn't answer.
My father looked at Amanda.
“You were never supposed to tell him about Elias.”
Amanda stood slowly.
“You're alive.”
“Yes.”
“You knew?”
“I knew everything.”
Helen moved toward him.
“You've been hiding long enough.”
He smiled.
“You still believe morality matters.”
“And you still believe people can be sacrificed for a plan.”
He ignored her.
I stepped forward.
“Why?”
My father looked at me.
“Because if I had stayed dead, you'd be alive today.”
“What does that mean?”
“Your mother's death wasn't an accident.”
The room went silent.
My mother had died in a car crash when I was nineteen.
At least, that was what I'd been told.
“You're saying they killed her?”
“I’m saying she found the accounts.”
“What accounts?”
“The same ones your wife discovered.”
My mind was spinning.
“So my mother knew about this.”
“Yes.”
“My wife knew.”
“Yes.”
“Elias knew.”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
“I built part of it.”
That sentence hit harder than any punch.
“You were involved?”
“In the beginning.”
“What beginning?”
My father looked toward the surveillance screens.
“Years ago, our family created a private investment structure.”
“To protect what?”
“Nothing.”
He paused.
“To control it.”
I didn't understand.
“Control what?”
“The companies connected to the trust.”
He walked toward the laptop.
“The Blackwood Trust was never simply an inheritance vehicle.”
He pulled up an old document.
“It was the lock.”
He opened another.
“Your father's companies were the key.”
Another.
“And the person who could control both was…”
He looked at me.
“You.”
I shook my head.
“No.”
“You inherited the operating companies.”
My voice cracked.
“And Sophie inherited the trust.”
“Yes.”
“So together…”
“Together, you control everything they have spent twenty years trying to take.”
The truth landed like a collapsing wall.
The house wasn't the prize.
The accounts weren't the prize.
Even the trust wasn't the prize.
I was the final signature connecting them.
Then Sophie spoke.
“Daddy?”
I looked down.
She was holding the phone.
“It has another message.”
I took it.
The screen displayed one sentence.
YOUR FATHER IS LYING.
I looked up.
Thomas stared at the screen.
For the first time, fear crossed his face.
“Give me the phone.”
“No.”
His voice hardened.
“Daniel.”
“No.”
He reached for it.
Amanda suddenly grabbed my arm.
“Don't give it to him.”
Thomas stared at her.
“You have no idea what you're protecting.”
Amanda shook her head.
“I know what he did.”
“What did I do?”
She looked at me.
“Your father didn't rescue your family.”
Thomas stepped toward her.
“I saved your life.”
“You caused Elias to disappear.”
Thomas said nothing.
Amanda's eyes filled with tears.
“You made me believe my brother was still alive.”
“He was.”
“Until you needed him dead.”
I looked at my father.
“Did you kill Elias?”
Thomas's jaw tightened.
“No.”
“Then who did?”
He glanced toward the door.
The answer never came.
A gunshot shattered the glass behind us.
Thomas pushed me down.
The monitors exploded.
Sophie screamed.
Helen dragged Amanda behind the desk.
Another shot.
Then another.
Thomas crawled toward the doorway.
“Stay down!”
“Who's shooting?”
He looked at me.
“The same man who signed your father's death certificate.”
My heart stopped.
“My father's death certificate?”
Thomas grabbed my shoulder.
“The grave you've visited for fourteen years contains another man.”
He pointed toward the hallway.
“Someone faked my death.”
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Then he whispered:
“And tonight, that person is here.”
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