Chapter 3: The Secret Under His Sleeve
The first thing I noticed was not the message.
It was Leo's face.
The moment my phone lit up, his eyes changed.
He didn't know what I had received.
He couldn't have seen the screen.
But somehow...
He knew.
That was the part that scared me the most.
Children don't react like that unless they have learned to expect something terrible.
I turned the phone face down on the table.
"Leo."
He looked at me.
"Did something happen?"
I forced myself to keep my voice steady.
"No."
Another lie.
A small one.
A necessary one.
But Leo was not fooled.
He had spent too long around people who hid the truth from him.
"You shouldn't say that."
His voice was quiet.
I leaned closer.
"Why?"
"Because that's what they say before something bad happens."
The room suddenly felt colder.
I looked at Detective Sarah Bennett.
She had heard it too.
The way Leo said "they."
Not like he was talking about one person.
Like he was talking about a group.
"Leo," Sarah said gently, "who are they?"
The boy looked at her.
Then at me.
Then at his arm.
His fingers touched the sleeve of his hoodie.
The same hoodie he had worn in the heat.
The same hoodie he had used to hide the truth.
"They said I couldn't tell."
I lowered myself until we were eye level.
"Who told you that?"
"My dad."
The answer came so quickly that it almost sounded rehearsed.
I stayed quiet.
Because sometimes silence gives children room to continue.
And after several seconds...
Leo did.
"He said people would think I was sick."
My chest tightened.
"What did he mean?"
Leo looked away.
"He said nobody would understand."
A thousand questions ran through my mind.
But I only asked one.
"Did your dad take you somewhere?"
Leo nodded.
"Where?"
"A building."
"What kind of building?"
He frowned, trying to remember.
"Not a hospital."
"How do you know?"
"Because hospitals help people."
The sadness in his voice was impossible to miss.
"And that place?"
Leo looked at the floor.
"That place changed people."
Detective Bennett stepped outside to contact the child protection team.
I stayed with Leo.
Jax remained beside him.
The dog had barely moved since we discovered the device.
Most people saw police dogs as tools.
Training.
Commands.
Discipline.
But Jax had always been more than that.
He noticed things people ignored.
A nervous heartbeat.
A trembling hand.
A person trying too hard to appear calm.
And right now...
He was watching Leo.
Not with suspicion.
With concern.
"Does Jax know?" Leo asked.
I looked at him.
"Know what?"
"That something is wrong with me."
The question caught me off guard.
I placed a hand gently on the table.
"Leo, there is nothing wrong with you."
He stared at me.
"But something is inside me."
"Yes."
I paused.
"But that doesn't make you different."
His eyes filled with tears.
"They said it did."
"Who?"
"The doctors."
I felt my stomach tighten.
"The doctors put this inside you?"
Leo nodded slowly.
"They said it was to help."
"Help with what?"
He looked embarrassed.
Like he was ashamed.
"They said I was angry."
I frowned.
"Angry?"
"They said I had problems."
A seven-year-old child being convinced he was broken.
That was not treatment.
That was control.
"What happened after they put it in?"
Leo rubbed his arm.
"I started hearing things."
"What things?"
"Numbers."
I looked at him carefully.
"Numbers?"
He nodded.
"When I went to sleep, I heard numbers."
"What numbers?"
He whispered:
"One."
A pause.
"Two."
Another pause.
"Three."
His voice became smaller.
"All the way to seventeen."
A chill moved through me.
"Leo..."
He looked at me.
"I think there were seventeen kids."
An hour later, we had secured the entire school.
No one entered.
No one left.
Every teacher and staff member was being interviewed.
But something bothered me.
The school looked normal.
Too normal.
The kind of normal that hides secrets.
I walked through the hallway where Leo had been sitting earlier.
The cafeteria doors.
The bench.
The place where Jax stopped.
I looked around.
Nothing.
No clues.
No evidence.
Then I noticed something.
A camera.
Mounted above the cafeteria entrance.
I stared at it.
The camera was pointed directly at Leo's bench.
Not the hallway.
Not the cafeteria.
The bench.
The exact place where Leo sat every day.
I called Sarah.
"Come to the cafeteria."
A few minutes later, she arrived.
"What did you find?"
I pointed upward.
"The camera."
She looked at it.
"So?"
"It's aimed at him."
Her expression changed.
"You think someone was monitoring Leo?"
"I think someone knew exactly where he would be."
We contacted the school technician.
Ten minutes later, we discovered something disturbing.
The camera system had been upgraded three months earlier.
But there was no record of who installed it.
No company.
No invoice.
No paperwork.
Someone had added cameras to the school without leaving a trace.
Then Sarah found something else.
A hidden connection.
The camera network wasn't connected to the school's security system.
It was connected somewhere else.
"Where does it go?" I asked.
The technician looked uncomfortable.
"I don't know."
"Try."
He typed.
The screen loaded.
A password appeared.
Not a normal password.
A code.
The same symbol Leo had drawn.
A black circle.
A line through the center.
The technician froze.
"I've seen this before."
My eyes narrowed.
"Where?"
He swallowed.
"On the old construction plans."
"What construction plans?"
"The ones for the original school building."
I stepped closer.
"What about them?"
He looked at me.
"There used to be another floor."
Silence.
"What do you mean another floor?"
"An underground level."
Sarah looked at me.
"But the school doesn't have a basement."
The technician nodded slowly.
"Not anymore."
The words hung in the air.
"Not anymore?"
He opened an old file.
A blueprint appeared.
The school.
Three floors.
Then below it...
A hidden level.
Marked:
RESEARCH AREA
My heartbeat increased.
"Who built this?"
The technician shook his head.
"No idea."
I looked at the blueprint.
Then at the hallway.
Then back at the symbol.
A hidden floor.
A secret program.
A child with a device inside his arm.
The pieces were starting to connect.
But there was one thing I still didn't understand.
Why Leo?
Why this child?
Why him?
I returned to the nurse's office.
Leo was sitting quietly.
Drawing.
I looked at the paper.
It was the same symbol.
But this time, there was something new.
A room.
A metal table.
A person standing beside it.
And a name written underneath.
I picked up the drawing.
"Leo..."
He looked at me.
"Who is this?"
His face went pale.
"I don't know his real name."
"Then what did they call him?"
Leo whispered:
"The Collector."
A cold silence filled the room.
"The Collector?"
Leo nodded.
"He collected the children."
Before I could ask another question...
The device inside Leo's arm started vibrating.
His eyes widened.
"He's here."
I stood immediately.
"Who?"
Leo looked toward the hallway.
"The person who knows we found out."
The lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then every locked door in Willow Creek Elementary clicked open at the same time.
And from somewhere deep inside the school...
A child's voice came through the intercom.
Calm.
Almost gentle.
"Officer Miller..."
Everyone froze.
The voice continued.
"You should have listened to the warning."
A pause.
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Then:
"Now I have to collect what belongs to me."
