Chapter 3 - Eleven Days Inside the Vescari House
Claire had been at Bellweather eleven days, but after the lake incident she began replaying every one of them differently.
Things she had considered eccentric now appeared calculated.
Doors that locked automatically.
Phones collected before certain meetings.
Staff whose access badges changed depending on the hour.
A security system that recorded almost every corridor but mysteriously avoided the east archive.
Julian had not built a home.
He had built a fortress.
And someone inside it still believed the walls belonged to them.
By six that evening, the guests were gone.
The official explanation released to the press was simple.
A wheelchair malfunction had caused Julian Vescari to fall into Lake Bellweather during a private family event.
He had suffered no serious injuries.
Claire’s name was not mentioned.
Neither was the strange hesitation of the witnesses.
Neither was Victoria’s accusation.
At seven, Claire was given dry clothes belonging to a member of the household staff.
At seven-thirty, Julian summoned Gabriel.
Claire listened from a narrow room behind the study through an intercom Julian controlled.
She disliked hiding.
Julian insisted.
“If he believes you saw what he removed from my chair, you become useful to him.”
“Useful?”
“To threaten.”
“Your ability to make people feel safe is remarkable.”
“Thank you.”
“That wasn’t praise.”
“I know.”
Now Claire sat in darkness while Gabriel entered the study.
“You wanted to see me.”
“What did you remove from my chair?”
No greeting.
No easing into the subject.
Claire held her breath.
Gabriel was silent for several seconds.
Then she heard something placed on the desk.
“A transmitter.”
“What kind?”
“Remote control bridge.”
Claire leaned closer to the speaker.
Julian asked, “Someone could control the chair externally?”
“For short distances.”
“Factory equipment?”
“No.”
“So it was installed.”
“Yes.”
“By whom?”
“I’m working on that.”
“You removed it before investigators arrived.”
“I removed it before Victoria’s investigators arrived.”
Claire frowned.
Julian remained quiet.
Gabriel continued.
“She called Darrow Security before you were out of your wet clothes.”
“You’re my security chief.”
“Yes.”
“And yet my sister called another firm.”
“That should concern you more than me taking the transmitter.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I didn’t know who was listening.”
Claire shifted.
Gabriel lowered his voice.
“Julian, somebody manipulated more than your chair today.”
“I’m aware.”
“No. You’re not.”
Paper moved across the desk.
“We checked the party security logs. Thirty-eight guards were reassigned within seven minutes of your fall.”
“By whom?”
“Commands came through my authorization code.”
“Were they yours?”
“No.”
“You’re telling me someone stole your credentials?”
“I’m telling you they copied them.”
Julian’s voice went cold.
“That would require access to your device.”
“Yes.”
“Who has access?”
“No one.”
“Then you’re either careless or lying.”
Gabriel did not defend himself.
“Probably both.”
Claire heard Julian’s chair move.
“What happened to the terrace cameras?”
“Three stopped recording ninety seconds before you fell.”
“And resumed?”
“Forty seconds after Claire pulled you out.”
That name created silence.
Gabriel spoke again.
“She wasn’t supposed to be at the party.”
Claire’s stomach tightened.
Julian said, “I know.”
“Then why was she?”
“I asked her to bring documents.”
“That request came from your assistant account at 8:14 this morning.”
“Yes.”
“You were in physical therapy at 8:14.”
Claire stared into the dark.
Julian said nothing.
Gabriel continued.
“You didn’t send it.”
Claire’s pulse quickened.
Someone had arranged for her to be there.
But why?
Julian finally asked, “Who did?”
“I don’t know.”
“Find out.”
“I’m trying.”
“No. You’re protecting information.”
“You want the truth?”
“I rarely ask for anything else.”
Gabriel laughed once.
“There are nineteen people on your senior security network. At least five were compromised today. Your sister knew details of the incident before my emergency report reached her. Three executives left the estate before the ambulance was dismissed. And someone specifically brought Claire Bennett to the terrace less than twenty minutes before your chair was hijacked.”
Claire felt cold again.
“Why?” Julian asked.
“That’s the part I can’t explain.”
Julian could.
Claire knew it from the silence.
Gabriel knew too.
“What are you not telling me?”
“Enough.”
“Julian.”
“Leave.”
Another silence.
“Fine.”
Footsteps moved toward the door.
Then stopped.
“One more thing.”
“What?”
“The voice Claire heard.”
Claire leaned toward the speaker.
“One of my men heard it too.”
“Who?”
“Evan Mercer.”
“Where is he?”
“Missing.”
Claire closed her eyes.
Gabriel continued.
“He left his earpiece and weapon in a service hallway eight minutes after you were pulled from the water.”
“Cameras?”
“Blank.”
“Phone?”
“Off.”
“Car?”
“Still here.”
Julian’s voice became very quiet.
“Find him before Victoria does.”
Gabriel left.
Claire waited.
Five seconds later Julian opened the hidden door himself.
She stepped out.
“So Gabriel may not be involved.”
“He may be.”
“He gave you the transmitter.”
“He gave me a transmitter.”
“You think there were others?”
“I think trust is expensive.”
Claire crossed her arms.
“You brought me here because Andrew disappeared investigating your company.”
“No.”
“Then why?”
“I didn’t bring you.”
Claire stopped.
Julian rotated the laptop on his desk.
An email was displayed.
FROM: JULIAN VESCARI
TO: CLAIRE BENNETT
Please bring the Bellweather foundation contracts to the terrace at 10:20.
Claire remembered receiving it.
She had assumed Julian sent it.
“It came from your account.”
“Yes.”
“You said you didn’t send it.”
“I didn’t.”
Claire leaned closer.
The email metadata appeared normal.
Julian clicked another window.
“It was scheduled from a terminal inside the house.”
“Which terminal?”
“That is what Gabriel conveniently failed to mention.”
Claire looked at him.
“You know.”
Julian turned the screen.
A room number appeared.
E-14.
Claire knew that number.
The east archive.
The room she had entered three days earlier.
The room where she had searched for evidence of Andrew.
Someone knew she had been there.
Someone knew why she had come to Bellweather.
And that person had deliberately placed her beside the lake when Julian’s wheelchair was sabotaged.
Claire swallowed.
“Maybe they wanted me to save you.”
Julian studied her.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.”
“Or maybe they wanted you to die with me.”
The possibility silenced her.
Her phone rang.
Claire jumped.
The screen showed UNKNOWN CALLER.
She looked at Julian.
“Answer.”
She did.
“Hello?”
Static.
Then breathing.
“Who is this?”
A male voice whispered.
“You should have listened.”
Claire’s blood turned cold.
The same voice.
The terrace.
Don’t.
She put the phone on speaker.
Julian went completely still.
“You were at the lake,” Claire said.
No answer.
“What do you want?”
The caller spoke.
“The man in the chair has been dead for twenty-six months.”
Claire looked at Julian.
“What does that mean?”
“You saved the wrong version of him.”
The call disconnected.
Claire stared at the screen.
Julian’s face had lost color.
“You know what that means.”
He did not answer.
“Julian.”
His eyes remained fixed on the dead phone.
Finally he said, “Twenty-six months ago, the night of my accident, I wasn’t alone in the car.”
Claire frowned.
“The reports say your driver—”
“I’m not talking about my driver.”
He looked at her.
“There was a third person.”
“Who?”
Julian’s voice was almost inaudible.
“Your brother.”
And suddenly Andrew’s disappearance was no longer connected to Bellweather by coincidence.
May you like
He had been there from the beginning.
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