Chapter 13 - My Daughter's SecretI reached the shelter just before dawn.
Emily was awake, sitting at a small table with a bowl of cereal in front of her. She looked up as I entered, and for the first time since I'd found her, she smiled.
It was a small, uncertain smile.
But it was hers.
I sat beside her.
"Sweetheart, I need to ask you something."
She put down her spoon.
"Did you hide something in Jason's fishing box?"
Her expression changed.
She looked toward the staff member standing by the door, then back at me.
"Is Mommy safe?"
"Yes. She's with Detective Ortiz."
"Is the man in the uniform still there?"
"He's in custody."
She thought about that.
Then she nodded.
"I hid the paper when Jason started asking about it."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I was afraid he'd find it."
I took her hand.
"You don't have to protect secrets from me anymore."
Emily looked at our joined hands for a long time.
"I know."
She told me about the paper.
When she'd been younger, Jason had taken her to the lakeside property several times. One afternoon, he had left her alone in the boathouse while he spoke to Bell outside. She found the old statement in a folder and drew a picture on it, believing it was an ordinary sheet of paper.
Later, she realized the men were searching for it.
She took the page home and hid it in the fishing box, wrapping it in plastic and placing it inside the removable ice compartment.
Jason searched the house repeatedly.
He never checked the old box because he believed Emily had forgotten it.
When Sarah realized what the paper meant, she helped Emily conceal a copy of the recording inside Bluebird.
She had tried to leave Jason after that.
He stopped her.
And once he learned that Emily might know where the paper was, the threats became worse.
"Why did you flash the light at Mrs. Harris?" I asked.
Emily's eyes filled.
"Because Mommy said if anything happened, I should try to tell someone."
She rubbed the edge of her sleeve between two fingers.
"I thought if I could make a person look at the window, maybe someone would understand."
I pulled her into my arms.
For several minutes, neither of us spoke.
Then she whispered, "Daddy, you didn't know."
I held her more tightly.
"But I should have noticed."
She didn't contradict me.
That hurt more than if she had.
A staff member brought us warm tea. Emily drank hers slowly, then told me she wanted to help the police.
Not by returning to the house.
Not by facing Jason.
She wanted to tell Detective Ortiz everything she remembered, while she was somewhere safe.
Ortiz arrived with a child advocate and a specialist trained to interview young witnesses. They asked careful, open questions, letting Emily stop whenever she needed to.
Emily described the fishing box, the paper, and the way Jason had reacted when she accidentally mentioned the word recording months earlier.
Then she recalled something else.
A phrase he'd repeated whenever he thought she was hiding something.
"Blue light."
Ortiz looked up.
"What does that mean?"
Emily frowned.
"He said the paper was useless without the blue light."
Rebecca, who had joined us by video call, leaned closer to the screen.
"The recording's original playback device had a blue indicator light. Jason used a small portable player. He believed the statement couldn't be authenticated without the original device."
"Does he still have it?" Ortiz asked.
Rebecca shook her head.
"No. He left it in the boathouse years ago. I thought it had been destroyed."
Ortiz looked toward her team.
"The fishing box may not be the only thing he took."
An investigator checked the footage from the nearby roads. A dark vehicle had crossed the lake access road less than thirty minutes earlier, heading toward an abandoned industrial building on the outskirts of town.
The vehicle belonged to Jason.
The building had been owned by the security company where he'd worked.
When Ortiz called for a warrant, the response was immediate.
The company had closed two years earlier.
But a recent utility report showed electricity being used inside the building.
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Someone had been there.
And someone had just turned the power on.
