Chapter 12 - The Girl in the Photograph
Her name was Sophie Bennett.
Nine years old.
Brown hair.
Green coat.
Missing two front teeth in the school photo.
Ivy had seen her three times.
Maybe four.
Always at Mrs. Elellanar's store.
Sometimes with a man who bought coffee.
Sometimes alone near the candy shelf.
Ivy remembered because Sophie always chose sour gummies.
Ivy preferred chocolate.
Children remembered important things.
Claire found the photograph beneath Ivy's pillow.
"Where did you get this?"
Ivy looked guilty.
"Rebecca's folder."
"You took evidence?"
"I borrowed it."
"No."
Ivy looked down.
"Sorry."
Claire sat beside her.
"Why?"
"I know her."
Claire stopped.
"What?"
"Her name is Sophie."
The photograph only listed first and last name.
Claire's pulse quickened.
"How do you know her?"
"Store."
"Mrs. Elellanar's?"
Ivy nodded.
"Who was she with?"
"A man."
"What man?"
"The delivery man."
Claire stood immediately.
Rebecca had left two agents outside.
Within minutes, calls were made.
Mrs. Elellanar was located.
She was furious about being questioned until Claire appeared on video.
Then her face changed.
"Claire?"
"I'm okay."
"My God."
"I need you to answer something."
"Anything."
"Do you know Sophie Bennett?"
Mrs. Elellanar hesitated.
That was enough.
"Who is she?"
"Child from the neighborhood."
"Who brings her into your store?"
Silence.
"Please."
Mrs. Elellanar sighed.
"Her uncle."
"Name?"
"I don't know."
"Delivery company?"
"North Harbor Medical."
Claire felt cold.
The agents exchanged looks.
"How long has he been coming?"
"Months."
"Did he know Ivy?"
Mrs. Elellanar looked frightened.
"Claire."
"Did he?"
"He asked about her."
"What?"
"I didn't tell him anything."
"What did he ask?"
"School."
Claire gripped the phone.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"I thought he was making conversation."
"When?"
"Before you disappeared."
Ivy listened.
Her face went pale.
The agent contacted Rebecca immediately.
Up in the helicopter over Long Island Sound, Rebecca received the message.
She turned toward Andrew.
"Change."
"What?"
"North Harbor employee had contact with Ivy before Claire discovered Daniel."
Andrew's eyes narrowed.
"How long before?"
"At least two months."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Unless Ivy was being watched for another reason."
Andrew looked toward the water below.
"Father?"
Rebecca checked her notes.
"Ivy's biological father isn't listed on the birth certificate."
Andrew frowned.
"Claire said he left."
"Name?"
"She hasn't given one."
"Ask."
Rebecca made the call.
Claire answered.
Rebecca put it on speaker.
"Claire, we need Ivy's father's name."
Silence.
Andrew immediately knew it mattered.
"Claire."
Her voice came quietly.
"His name was Lucas Bennett."
Rebecca looked at Sophie Bennett's file.
Andrew swore.
"Bennett."
Claire continued.
"Ivy never met him."
"Is he alive?"
"I don't know."
"When did you last see him?"
"Before Ivy was born."
"What did he do?"
"He worked logistics."
Andrew stared at Rebecca.
"Company?"
Claire's breathing changed.
"North Harbor."
Everything connected.
Not coincidence.
Ivy's mother wasn't randomly targeted after discovering Daniel.
Ivy had been under observation because of her father.
"Sophie?" Rebecca asked.
Claire whispered:
"Lucas had a sister."
"Name?"
"Emily."
Rebecca checked the missing-child file.
Sophie Bennett.
Mother: Emily Bennett.
Father deceased.
Andrew's face hardened.
Sophie was Ivy's cousin.
Claire sounded stunned.
"I didn't know Emily had a daughter."
Rebecca asked:
"Why did Lucas leave?"
Claire hesitated.
"He said he was in trouble."
"What kind?"
"He wouldn't tell me."
"Did he know you were pregnant?"
"Yes."
"Then why leave?"
"He said staying would put us in danger."
Andrew closed his eyes briefly.
Another man disappearing to protect family.
Another lie built from fear.
"Did Lucas know Daniel Mercer?" Rebecca asked.
"I don't know."
Andrew looked toward the coastline approaching.
Maybe Lucas Bennett hadn't abandoned Claire.
Maybe he had been swallowed by the same network.
"Search hidden-facility patient records for Bennett," he told Rebecca.
She didn't argue this time.
Calls went out.
The helicopter descended near the marina.
Federal teams surrounded North Harbor.
Mercy Bell was already leaving the dock.
Andrew saw it.
White vessel.
Two decks.
No visible children.
Coast Guard cutter approaching from south.
Rebecca's radio crackled.
"Mercy Bell refusing stop order."
Andrew looked at her.
"Can they board?"
"Yes."
"Then why aren't they?"
"Possible hostages."
Andrew's jaw tightened.
A man on the boat lifted binoculars.
Andrew recognized him.
Not Vale.
Not Thomas.
The messenger from outside the restaurant.
The man Marco had captured.
"How is he there?"
Rebecca turned.
"What?"
"He was in my custody."
Marco's voice came through Andrew's earpiece.
"Not anymore."
"Explain."
"Thomas's men released him during the brownstone breach."
Andrew cursed.
The messenger had a name now.
Caleb Ross.
North Harbor security chief.
Rebecca shouted instructions.
Teams moved.
Mercy Bell accelerated toward open water.
Then something unexpected happened.
A small figure appeared at an upper window.
A child.
Sophie.
She pressed both hands to glass.
Andrew saw her.
Then another child appeared.
Seven.
All aboard.
Alive.
Rebecca spoke into the radio.
"Confirmed hostages. Hold fire."
Andrew looked at the marina.
Speedboat.
Fueled.
Keys inside.
Rebecca followed his gaze.
"No."
Andrew walked.
"No."
He continued.
"Andrew."
He stepped aboard.
Rebecca grabbed his arm.
"This is federal jurisdiction."
"Those kids don't care."
"You can't chase a hostage vessel."
"Watch me."
Marco jumped into the passenger seat.
Rebecca swore and climbed aboard too.
"If I'm going to arrest you later, I'd prefer you survive."
Andrew started the engine.
They launched.
The chase across the Sound lasted twelve minutes.
Mercy Bell was larger but slower.
The speedboat closed distance.
Ross saw.
He ordered someone below.
Andrew watched through binoculars.
A man dragging Sophie away from the window.
His anger sharpened.
Rebecca shouted over the engine:
"We need boarding authorization."
"Get it."
"I am!"
Coast Guard helicopter moved overhead.
Mercy Bell suddenly turned toward a narrow inlet.
Marco frowned.
"Where are they going?"
Rebecca checked chart.
"Old industrial pier."
Andrew looked ahead.
Abandoned warehouse.
North Harbor logo.
Another facility.
Ross wasn't escaping.
He was transferring the children.
Why?
Because someone else was waiting.
Mercy Bell reached the dock.
Men appeared.
One vehicle.
Black SUV.
Andrew recognized the person who stepped out.
Father Reeves.
Rebecca stared.
"I thought Reeves was cooperating."
"So did I."
Reeves walked toward Ross.
They argued.
Then Reeves did something shocking.
He punched Ross.
Federal microphones picked up shouting.
"THE CHILDREN WERE NEVER PART OF THIS!"
Ross shoved him.
Reeves pulled a gun.
Not at the children.
At Ross.
Andrew slowed the boat.
"He's helping."
Rebecca wasn't convinced.
Reeves yelled:
"GET THEM OFF THE BOAT!"
Ross raised his weapon.
A shot echoed.
Father Reeves fell.
Andrew accelerated.
Federal teams converged.
Within minutes, the pier erupted in controlled chaos.
Ross was arrested.
The children were moved to safety.
Reeves survived; the bullet struck his shoulder.
Sophie sat wrapped in a blanket inside an ambulance when Andrew approached.
She looked up.
"Are you Ivy's friend?"
Andrew stopped.
"How do you know Ivy?"
Sophie reached into her coat.
She held a photograph.
Old.
Claire.
Younger.
Pregnant.
Beside her stood Lucas Bennett.
Ivy's father.
On the back, one sentence:
If anything happens to me, find Andrew Mercer.
Andrew stared.
"Who gave you this?"
Sophie answered:
"My dad."
Andrew frowned.
"Your father is dead."
Sophie shook her head.
"No."
She pointed toward the warehouse.
"He's in there."
And from somewhere behind the locked loading doors came three heavy knocks.
A pause.
Then three more.
The same signal Ivy had heard beneath St. Gabriel's altar.
May you like
Someone inside was still alive.
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