Chapter 6 - THE BROTHER WHO DIEDMy father stared at the darkness.

His face had become unrecognizable.

“Samuel.”

The name left his mouth like a confession.

I looked at him.

“Dad?”

The man stepped into the light.

He looked older than the photographs.

Silver hair.

Sharp jaw.

Eyes identical to my father's.

My father lowered his gun.

“You're alive.”

Samuel smiled.

“Disappointed?”

I couldn't move.

Two brothers.

Separated by decades.

One supposedly dead.

The other standing in front of me with a weapon.

Daniel groaned behind us.

I dropped beside him.

“You've been shot.”

He grabbed my wrist.

“Don't worry about me.”

“Where is Mason?”

Samuel answered.

“Safe.”

I stood.

“Where?”

He looked at me.

“You still have your grandfather's eyes.”

“Where is my son?”

“You'll see him.”

“Now.”

Samuel smiled.

“You've become exactly like your mother.”

Dad stepped forward.

“Leave her alone.”

Samuel laughed.

“Still protecting her.”

“You've already done enough.”

“No.”

Samuel's voice sharpened.

“I haven't.”

He pointed at my father.

“You stole everything from me.”

“What are you talking about?”

I looked between them.

Samuel's eyes filled with bitterness.

“Your father told everyone I betrayed the family.”

Dad said nothing.

“You believed him.”

“I saw what you did.”

“You saw what he wanted you to see.”

“Enough.”

Samuel looked at me.

“Your grandfather's investigation uncovered something enormous.”

“What?”

“A network.”

“Of what?”

“Politicians. Corporations. Military contractors.”

I felt dizzy.

“They manipulated disasters.”

Dad's expression remained hard.

Samuel continued.

“They created emergencies, bought damaged properties, cleared land, moved money, erased evidence.”

I thought about the hotel.

The demolition.

The earthquake.

“You're saying this happened before?”

“Many times.”

“And my grandfather found out?”

“Yes.”

“Then why was he killed?”

Samuel looked at Dad.

“Because he trusted the wrong son.”

My father's jaw tightened.

I asked:

“Which son?”

Samuel smiled.

“Arthur.”

My father didn't answer.

I felt a crack open beneath everything I thought I knew.

“Dad?”

“He's lying.”

Samuel laughed.

“Then ask him why he never told you about the Black Meridian.”

Dad went pale.

“Don't say that name.”

I whispered it.

“Black Meridian.”

Samuel looked at me.

“You've heard it?”

“No.”

“You will.”

He pointed toward a black van.

“Your son is inside.”

My body moved before my mind did.

I ran.

Dad grabbed me.

“No!”

“You said Mason is safe!”

“He is.”

“Then let me see him!”

Samuel stepped toward us.

“Trade.”

“What trade?”

“The archive.”

Dad's expression changed.

Samuel smiled.

“Bring me the red box.”

My heart stopped.

“Mason for the box?”

“No.”

Samuel shook his head.

“Mason for the key.”

My eyes went to the brass key.

Dad closed his fist around it.

“I won't.”

Samuel's face hardened.

“Then your grandson dies.”

I stared at my father.

He looked torn.

For the first time in my life, I saw fear in his eyes.

Not for himself.

For Mason.

“Dad…”

He whispered:

“Don't give him the key.”

“Why?”

“Because if Samuel gets it, thousands of people could die.”

Samuel shouted:

“Liar!”

His gun rose.

“Tell her the truth!”

Dad stepped between us.

“Tell her yourself.”

Samuel's face twisted.

“You want truth?”

He looked at me.

“Your father isn't protecting Mason.”

My stomach dropped.

“He's protecting the evidence.”

Samuel continued.

“And Mason isn't valuable because of the key.”

“Then why?”

Samuel smiled.

“Because he is the only person who can open the archive.”

I shook my head.

“He's seven.”

“Exactly.”

“What does that mean?”

Samuel's smile disappeared.

“Your grandfather designed the archive to recognize bloodline markers.”

I stared.

“Mason.”

“Yes.”

Dad whispered:

“No.”

Samuel nodded toward the van.

“Your son inherited your grandfather's genetic key.”

I felt sick.

Then the van doors opened.

Mason was inside.

Alive.

A masked man held him.

Mason's eyes found mine.

“Mama!”

I screamed.

Samuel pointed at the brass key.

“Bring it.”

My father slowly extended his hand.

Then Daniel grabbed my wrist.

“Don't.”

I looked at him.

He whispered:

“The key is fake.”

I stared.

“What?”

Daniel's eyes moved toward my father.

“My father-in-law doesn't carry the real key.”

Dad looked at him.

Daniel smiled weakly.

“He moved it years ago.”

Samuel raised his gun.

“Where is the real one?”

Daniel looked at me.

“Inside your wedding ring.”

I looked down.

My wedding ring suddenly felt like a weapon.

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