The second message arrived seven minutes later.
Claire was still holding the phone.
YOUR GRANDFATHER LEFT ONE THING OUT OF THE LETTER.
Her father read it.
His expression hardened.
“Delete it.”
“No.”
“Claire.”
“If someone knows something about Grandfather, I need to hear it.”
Richard shook his head.
“Not alone.”
“I agree.”
Her father looked surprised.
“We go together.”
The message had specified that Claire should come alone.
That alone made it suspicious.
They decided to use the meeting as bait.
Richard contacted the authorities quietly.
Claire hated the waiting.
Every minute felt like a test.
Daniel remained in the sitting room.
He had not tried to leave.
He seemed to understand that he had forfeited the right to decide what happened next.
Vanessa sat beside him.
Neither spoke.
Claire finally walked over.
“Did you know about the old station?”
Daniel looked up.
“No.”
“Marlene?”
“No.”
“Elliot?”
“No.”
Claire studied him.
“I believe you.”
Daniel looked startled.
“But that doesn't change what you did.”
“I know.”
She turned away.
At eight that evening, they drove to the old station.
The building had been closed for years.
A single platform remained in use for maintenance trains.
The passenger terminal stood dark.
Richard's team positioned themselves nearby.
Claire waited inside her father's vehicle.
Ten minutes.
Nothing.
Twenty.
Then her phone vibrated.
You brought them.
She looked around.
No one was visible.
Another message.
THAT WAS EXPECTED.
A third followed.
ASK DANIEL ABOUT THE BLUE ROOM.
Claire frowned.
She turned toward him.
“Daniel.”
He looked up.
“What?”
“What is the Blue Room?”
His face changed.
Vanessa stared at him.
“What?”
Daniel didn't answer.
Claire stood.
“You know.”
“No.”
“You reacted.”
“I remembered something.”
“What?”
Daniel rubbed his forehead.
“My mother used to talk about a room.”
“Where?”
“At the house where I grew up.”
“What room?”
“She called it the blue room.”
Vanessa's face went pale.
“You remember.”
Daniel looked at her.
“You do too.”
Claire's pulse quickened.
“What was in it?”
Vanessa spoke softly.
“Files.”
“What kind?”
“Family records.”
Daniel shook his head.
“Not just family records.”
Claire waited.
“Pictures,” he said.
“Of what?”
“People.”
She frowned.
“What people?”
Daniel looked at her.
“People Marlene had information about.”
The meaning was immediate.
Blackmail.
Her father heard him from the front seat.
“Where is this house?”
Daniel gave the address.
Richard immediately recognized it.
“That property was sold twelve years ago.”
“To whom?”
“Elliot Crane.”
Claire stared at Daniel.
“Marlene gave Elliot access to the room.”
Daniel nodded.
“And you saw it?”
“Once.”
“When?”
“Before our wedding.”
Claire's stomach tightened.
“What did you see?”
Daniel looked down.
“Your grandfather.”
Claire went still.
“My grandfather was dead.”
“I know.”
“You saw a photograph of him?”
“No.”
Daniel's voice became strained.
“I saw a recording.”
Claire's father turned around.
“What recording?”
Daniel shook his head.
“I don't know what it was about. Marlene wouldn't let me watch the whole thing.”
“What did you hear?”
Daniel looked at Claire.
“Your grandfather talking about a woman.”
“What woman?”
“I don't know.”
“Try.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“He said she was his daughter.”
Claire stared at him.
“My grandfather had no daughter.”
“He said she was.”
Her father had gone completely still.
Claire noticed.
“Dad?”
He didn't answer.
“Dad.”
He finally said, “There was a woman.”
Claire's mouth went dry.
“What woman?”
Her father looked away.
“Her name was Evelyn.”
Claire had never heard the name.
“Who was Evelyn?”
“My sister.”
The words seemed to stop the air.
Claire stared.
“You had a sister?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn't I know?”
“She died before you were born.”
“How?”
Her father didn't answer immediately.
“She disappeared.”
Claire's heart began racing.
“You told me she died.”
“I was told she died.”
The distinction sounded enormous now.
Richard interrupted.
“Sir, we have movement.”
Everyone turned.
A figure had appeared on the far platform.
Tall.
Gray-haired.
Dark coat.
Elliot Crane.
He stood beneath a broken station lamp.
Claire watched him lift one hand.
Then he pointed toward her father's vehicle.
Not toward Claire.
Toward Daniel.
Daniel opened the door.
Claire grabbed his arm.
“No.”
He looked at her.
“He wants me.”
“That doesn't mean you go.”
Elliot shouted from across the tracks.
“Daniel!”
Daniel froze.
Elliot raised a folder.
“You've been looking for the wrong person.”
Richard stepped forward.
“Elliot Crane, stay where you are.”
Elliot laughed.
“I expected you sooner.”
Then he threw the folder onto the platform.
It landed near the edge.
Richard moved toward it.
Elliot turned and walked away.
The authorities pursued him, but he disappeared through an access tunnel.
Richard returned with the folder.
Inside was a single photograph.
Claire looked at it.
Her grandfather stood beside a young woman.
The woman had Claire's eyes.
Her father looked at the photograph.
He whispered one word.
“Evelyn.”
Claire turned to him.
“Who was she?”
Her father looked at his daughter.
“She was your aunt.”
Claire stared at the photograph.
Then she noticed the date.
The picture had been taken two years after the official date of Evelyn's death.
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