Chapter 5 - The Man Standing Inside the Door
Nobody moved.
Daniel looked at Sadi.
Then Roman.
Then the envelope in his hand.
Arthur slowly rose.
“Daniel.”
Daniel immediately understood what they were thinking.
“This isn't what it looks like.”
Roman's expression hardened.
“Put it down.”
Daniel placed the envelope on the table.
“I found it in the hallway.”
Arthur gave a humorless laugh.
“Convenient.”
“Someone slid it beneath the door.”
“When?”
“Thirty seconds ago.”
Roman looked toward the security camera.
Daniel shook his head.
“The camera outside went down.”
Sadi's stomach tightened.
Exactly like the Galleria.
Roman approached Daniel.
“How did Vincent know we were here?”
“I don't know.”
“You were one of three people who knew Sadi's location yesterday.”
Daniel stared at him.
“You think it's me?”
“I think I'm asking questions.”
“I've protected you for eleven years.”
“Then answer them.”
Daniel's face tightened.
“I did not betray you.”
Sadi watched him carefully.
Daniel looked hurt.
Not frightened.
There was a difference.
Arthur's phone vibrated.
He checked it.
Then looked at Roman.
“We traced Gabriel's call.”
“Where?”
“Harbor district.”
Sadi immediately stood.
Roman stopped her.
“No.”
“Roman.”
“No.”
“My father is there.”
“And Vincent may know.”
“That doesn't change anything.”
“It changes everything.”
Sadi stared at him.
“You can't keep putting me behind locked doors.”
Roman's expression softened.
“I know.”
“Then don't.”
Twenty minutes later they were driving toward the harbor.
Daniel rode in a separate vehicle.
Roman had not cleared him.
But he had not dismissed him either.
Sadi sat beside Roman.
“You don't think Daniel did it.”
“I don't know.”
“You trust him.”
“I did.”
“That isn't what I asked.”
Roman looked out the window.
“Trust becomes expensive when people you love are involved.”
Sadi took his hand.
“Don't let Vincent make you suspicious of everyone.”
Roman looked down at their joined fingers.
“He already has.”
The harbor district consisted of old warehouses and renovated brick buildings overlooking the river.
Arthur traced Gabriel's call to an abandoned restaurant.
They entered carefully.
The restaurant was empty.
One table had been prepared.
A photograph sat on it.
Sadi approached.
It showed Elena holding newborn Sadi.
Behind the photograph was a handwritten message.
I'M SORRY I MISSED EVERYTHING. — DAD
Sadi pressed the photograph to her chest.
Roman examined the room.
“He was here.”
Arthur nodded.
“Recently.”
A sound came from the kitchen.
Everyone turned.
A gray-haired man emerged slowly.
Sadi stopped breathing.
Gabriel.
He looked older than the photograph.
But his eyes—
They were hers.
For several seconds neither moved.
Then Gabriel whispered, “Sadi.”
Her eyes filled.
“You're really alive.”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
The question escaped harsher than she intended.
“Why didn't you come back?”
Gabriel's face crumpled.
“Because every time I tried, someone followed me.”
“For twenty-nine years?”
“No.”
He swallowed.
“For the first twelve.”
Sadi's anger rose.
“What about the other seventeen?”
Gabriel looked ashamed.
“I was afraid.”
That answer hurt more than any elaborate explanation could have.
“You were afraid?”
“Yes.”
“My mother raised me alone.”
“I know.”
“She worked nights.”
“I know.”
“She died believing she had failed me because she couldn't leave me anything.”
Gabriel's eyes filled.
“She left you everything that mattered.”
“She left me questions.”
Roman remained silent.
This belonged to Sadi.
Gabriel stepped closer.
“I watched from a distance.”
“That doesn't make it better.”
“I know.”
“I graduated from high school without you.”
“I know.”
“I buried Mom without you.”
His face broke.
“I know.”
Sadi wiped her tears angrily.
“You don't get to appear now and call yourself my father.”
“No.”
Gabriel nodded.
“I don't.”
That answer stopped her.
He continued.
“But I can tell you the truth.”
Roman stepped forward.
“Start with Vincent.”
Gabriel looked at him.
“Vincent killed your father.”
Roman's face became stone.
“You can prove it?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“I recorded him admitting it.”
“Where?”
Gabriel looked at Sadi.
“In the final cassette.”
Sadi remembered the tapes.
Arthur had them.
Gabriel continued.
“Vincent knew Alessandro was preparing to turn evidence over to federal investigators. He poisoned his medication.”
Roman's breathing changed.
Sadi reached for his hand.
He held hers tightly.
“And who helped Vincent?” Roman asked.
Gabriel hesitated.
“Daniel.”
Sadi froze.
Arthur swore.
Roman's face went blank.
“You're certain?”
“I saw him meet Vincent.”
“When?”
“Two nights ago.”
Sadi thought about Daniel entering the bank.
The envelope.
The disabled cameras.
Roman pulled out his phone.
“Find him.”
Arthur called the other vehicle.
No answer.
Again.
Nothing.
Then Daniel's car was discovered three blocks away.
Empty.
His phone lay on the driver's seat.
Roman stared at it.
Gabriel whispered, “He's gone.”
Roman looked toward him.
“No.”
Everyone turned.
Roman picked up Daniel's phone.
A message was displayed on the lock screen.
THE GIRL FOR THE TAPES. MIDNIGHT. COME ALONE.
Sadi stared.
“What girl?”
Roman's face changed.
Arthur looked sick.
Then his own phone rang.
He answered.
After several seconds, he lowered it.
“Daniel's daughter.”
Roman closed his eyes.
Sadi understood immediately.
Daniel had not betrayed Roman willingly.
Vincent had taken his twelve-year-old daughter.
Daniel had been obeying him to keep her alive.
Roman looked at Gabriel.
“You saw Daniel meeting Vincent.”
“Yes.”
“You didn't see why.”
Gabriel shook his head.
Roman turned toward Arthur.
“Find Vincent.”
“We have four hours.”
“Then don't waste one.”
Sadi stepped forward.
“I can help.”
“No.”
She glared.
Roman caught himself.
Then nodded.
“Yes.”
That single word meant more than Sadi expected.
For the next three hours, they reconstructed Vincent's movements.
Trevor provided the final piece.
Vincent had once mentioned an abandoned freight terminal outside the city.
Arthur confirmed a vehicle linked to him had been seen there.
At 11:42 p.m., Roman's team surrounded the terminal.
Sadi remained in the command vehicle.
Not because Roman ordered her.
Because this time, she chose it.
Roman kissed her forehead before leaving.
“I'll come back.”
“You'd better.”
Minutes stretched.
Then Arthur's voice came through the radio.
“Girl located. Safe.”
Sadi exhaled.
“Daniel?”
A pause.
“Alive.”
“And Vincent?”
Another pause.
“Gone.”
Sadi's stomach dropped.
Roman returned twenty minutes later with Daniel.
Daniel's face was exhausted.
His daughter was wrapped in a blanket beside him.
Daniel looked at Roman.
“I betrayed you.”
Roman shook his head.
“You protected your child.”
“I gave him information.”
“And now you're going to help us finish this.”
Daniel nodded.
Then his daughter whispered something.
“What?” Sadi asked.
The girl looked at Roman.
“The man said he didn't want the tapes.”
Roman frowned.
“What did he want?”
She pointed toward Sadi.
“He wanted her.”
Silence.
“Why?” Roman asked.
The girl shook her head.
“He said she has something nobody knows she has.”
Sadi stared at Roman.
Then she remembered her mother's letter.
One sentence she had skimmed because grief had overwhelmed her.
The most important evidence isn't in the box.
Her heart accelerated.
She suddenly knew where it was.
Her mother had hidden it somewhere Vincent could never find.
Somewhere Sadi had carried with her for twenty years without understanding what it contained.
“My mother's necklace,” she whispered.
Roman looked at her.
“What necklace?”
Sadi touched the small silver pendant beneath her dress.
The necklace Elena had placed around her daughter's neck when Sadi was nine.
The necklace Sadi had never taken off.
Roman stared at it.
And Sadi finally understood.
The pendant wasn't jewelry.
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It was a key.
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