CHAPTER 9: THE LAST THING DAD WROTE
The lights went out.
Complete darkness swallowed the corridor.
For one second, nobody moved.
Then Daniel screamed.
“Don't touch me!”
I grabbed his hand.
“Daniel, it's me.”
His fingers locked around mine.
“I know.”
A door slammed somewhere behind us.
Then another.
Someone was moving through the darkness.
I heard Mark shout:
“Find them!”
Rebecca whispered:
“Stay down.”
We crouched behind a row of old equipment.
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it.
Then my mother's voice came through the speakers.
“You have ninety seconds.”
Daniel was shaking.
I pulled him closer.
“What did Dad mean?”
He didn't answer.
“Daniel.”
“I don't want to remember.”
“You have to.”
“No.”
“Please.”
He covered his ears.
I lowered my voice.
“I'm not asking you to relive everything.”
I held his hand.
“Just tell me what you saw.”
He looked at me.
His eyes were wet.
“Dad was awake.”
“I know.”
“Mom came into his room.”
I waited.
“She was angry.”
“Why?”
“Dad wouldn't sign something.”
“What?”
“I don't remember.”
“You do.”
Daniel squeezed his eyes shut.
“She said she needed control of the trust.”
My stomach tightened.
“And Dad refused?”
He nodded.
“Then Mark came in.”
I felt a cold wave move through me.
“Was he a nurse?”
“Yes.”
“And Elias?”
Daniel nodded.
“He was there too.”
I stared at him.
“What did they do?”
Daniel's breathing became uneven.
“Mom told them to give Dad the medicine.”
“Which medicine?”
“I don't know.”
“Daniel, think.”
He covered his ears again.
“I don't want to.”
I stopped.
“Okay.”
He looked at me.
“You don't have to say it.”
Then Rebecca whispered:
“Thirty seconds.”
I looked at the corridor.
The emergency lights flickered.
I could see silhouettes approaching.
Mark.
Dr. Cole.
Two security guards.
I looked at the cassette in my hand.
Dad had left this for Daniel.
I pulled out my phone.
“Can you listen?”
Daniel nodded.
I inserted the cassette into an old recorder Rebecca had found.
Static.
Then Dad's voice.
Weak.
Terrified.
“Daniel...”
Daniel froze.
“Dad?”
The recording continued.
“If you're hearing this, your mother has already found the trust documents.”
My mother heard it too.
Her voice came through the speaker system.
“Turn that off.”
I looked toward the corridor.
She was standing there.
Her face had changed.
She wasn't calm anymore.
“Turn it off!”
I pressed play.
Dad continued.
“I need you to remember something.”
A pause.
“Your mother will tell everyone I died because my heart failed.”
My mother's voice screamed:
“Stop!”
Dad continued.
“That is not what happened.”
Silence.
Then:
“She changed my medication.”
Daniel started crying.
I held him.
Dad's voice continued.
“But she wasn't alone.”
I looked at Daniel.
“Who else?”
The recording crackled.
Then Dad whispered:
“Elias Voss.”
My mother stopped moving.
Mark looked at her.
Dr. Cole looked at Mark.
Everything suddenly became still.
Dad continued.
“Elias arranged the medication.”
I stared at the others.
“And Mark administered it.”
Mark stepped forward.
“That recording is fake.”
Dad's voice continued.
“Your mother believes she can control Daniel through fear.”
Daniel covered his mouth.
“She believes his autism makes him unreliable.”
My mother screamed:
“Enough!”
Dad continued.
“But Daniel sees everything.”
I looked at my brother.
He was staring at the recorder.
Dad's voice softened.
“If Daniel ever tells you what he remembers, believe him.”
Then the recording stopped.
Silence.
My mother stared at Daniel.
Daniel stared back.
For the first time, he didn't look afraid.
He looked angry.
“You lied,” he whispered.
My mother took one step toward him.
“Daniel.”
“No.”
His voice shook.
“But he told me.”
She froze.
“What did he tell you?”
Daniel looked at me.
Then back at her.
“He told me not to let you give him the blue medicine.”
My mother's face went white.
Mark looked at her.
“What blue medicine?”
She turned toward him.
“I don't know what he's talking about.”
Daniel continued.
“You told me it was vitamins.”
My mother's eyes widened.
“But Dad said it wasn't.”
Dr. Cole suddenly stepped backward.
Rebecca noticed.
“So you knew.”
He said nothing.
I pointed at him.
“You knew.”
He looked at Mark.
Mark looked at my mother.
Nobody answered.
Then the hallway doors opened.
Police officers rushed inside.
My heart stopped.
“Police!”
Judge Whitaker immediately raised his hands.
“What is this?”
The lead detective stepped forward.
“My name is Detective Harris.”
He looked at my mother.
“Mrs. Whitmore, you're under investigation for falsifying medical records and attempting to obtain illegal guardianship.”
My mother laughed.
“You have no evidence.”
I held up the metal box.
“We do.”
She looked at it.
Then at Daniel.
Then at the recorder.
Her expression changed.
She turned to Mark.
“Run.”
He stared at her.
“What?”
“Run!”
Mark suddenly sprinted.
Two officers chased him.
Dr. Cole tried to move in the opposite direction.
Rebecca blocked him.
“You're not going anywhere.”
Judge Whitaker remained frozen.
Detective Harris walked toward him.
“And you.”
The judge looked confused.
“What?”
“You'll come with us too.”
“This is outrageous.”
“You signed an emergency guardianship order at 11:42 p.m. for a patient who was supposedly already dead at 11:20.”
The judge's face went pale.
“I was given false information.”
“By whom?”
He didn't answer.
Detective Harris looked at my mother.
She was silent.
Then the detective turned toward me.
“Where's the rest of the evidence?”
I opened the metal box.
“Here.”
He examined the documents.
Then he stopped.
“What is this?”
I looked at the page.
A list of payments.
Names.
Dates.
Amounts.
At the bottom was a handwritten note.
One line.
I HAVE PROOF THE HOSPITAL WAS PAID TO KILL ME.
I stared at it.
Dad had known.
He had been collecting evidence before he died.
But then Detective Harris turned another page.
His expression changed.
“This can't be right.”
“What?”
He showed me the document.
It was a transfer authorization.
Signed by my mother.
But the date was from six months before Dad died.
The recipient was not Daniel.
Not my mother.
Not Mark.
The recipient was a company.
A company I'd never heard of.
I looked at Rebecca.
“What is this?”
She took the page.
Her face went pale.
“That company doesn't exist anymore.”
“Who owned it?”
She looked at the bottom.
Then whispered:
“Your father.”
I stared at her.
“Dad?”
“He created it.”
“Why?”
Rebecca looked at the document again.
Then at Daniel.
“I don't know.”
Daniel suddenly spoke.
“I do.”
Everyone turned.
He was staring at the company name.
“I've seen it before.”
“Where?”
“In Dad's study.”
“What did it do?”
Daniel shook his head.
“I don't know.”
Then he pointed at the page.
“But that isn't the company name.”
I looked closer.
The first letters of each word formed an acronym.
D.A.D.
I frowned.
Daniel whispered:
“Dad used it to hide something.”
“What?”
He looked at me.
“People.”
The room went silent.
“People?”
Daniel nodded.
“People he rescued.”
I felt my stomach drop.
“What people?”
Daniel looked toward my mother.
“She knows.”
My mother began crying.
Not fake tears this time.
Real fear.
Daniel continued.
“Dad didn't create the company to hide money.”
He swallowed.
“He created it to hide people from Mom.”
My blood ran cold.
“Why would Dad need to hide people from her?”
Daniel looked at me.
“Because they were witnesses.”
“To what?”
Daniel's eyes filled with tears.
“To what Mom did.”
My mother suddenly screamed.
“That's enough!”
She lunged toward Daniel.
I stepped between them.
The detective grabbed her.
She struggled.
“You don't understand!”
Then she looked directly at me.
“You think your father was a hero?”
She laughed through her tears.
“He wasn't.”
I stared at her.
“What are you talking about?”
She leaned closer.
“Ask him why he really created that company.”
“Who?”
“Your father.”
Then she smiled.
“Ask Daniel what happened the night he disappeared for three days.”
I looked at my brother.
His face had gone completely white.
“Daniel?”
He wouldn't look at me.
I knelt beside him.
“What happened?”
He whispered:
“Dad didn't disappear.”
I waited.
“He was hiding.”
“From Mom?”
Daniel shook his head.
“From someone worse.”
“Who?”
Daniel finally looked at me.
And whispered a name I had never heard before.
“Your brother.”
I stared at him.
“I don't have another brother.”
Daniel's voice trembled.
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“You did.”
Then every phone in the hallway started ringing at the same time.
