The darkness lasted only three seconds.
It felt longer.
When the emergency lights flickered on, Rivera was on the floor.
His gun had skidded beneath the table.
The stranger stood beside the open passage.
Mara remained against the wall, breathing hard.
Nobody appeared to have been hit.
The gunshot had struck the ceiling.
Rivera pushed himself upright.
“Who are you?”
The stranger ignored him.
He looked at Mara.
“Your father left something for you.”
Mara swallowed.
“The watch.”
The man nodded.
“Not the watch itself.”
“What, then?”
“The mechanism.”
Rivera reached for his weapon.
The stranger raised his hand.
“Don't.”
Something in his voice stopped him.
Mara looked between them.
“You knew this was going to happen.”
“I knew they would come.”
“Who?”
“Everyone who believed your father died without leaving evidence.”
Mara stepped forward.
“Did he?”
The stranger's expression softened.
“No.”
He reached inside his coat and removed a small brass key.
Mara stared at it.
Her father had owned one exactly like it.
“Where did you get that?”
“He gave it to me.”
“When?”
“Three days before he died.”
Mara's eyes narrowed.
“My father was in the hospital.”
“Yes.”
“He couldn't speak.”
“He could write.”
The stranger placed the key on the table.
“He wrote your name.”
Mara did not touch it.
Rivera stood slowly.
“You're not telling us everything.”
“No.”
“Who are you?”
The stranger looked at him.
“Jonas Reed.”
Rivera's face changed.
Mara noticed.
“You know him.”
“No.”
“You reacted.”
Rivera shook his head.
“I've heard the name.”
Jonas smiled.
“Of course you have.”
Mara picked up the key.
It was cold.
On one side was a number.
317.
She remembered her father's old desk.
Third floor.
Room 317.
A storage room at the courthouse.
She had been there once as a child.
Jonas watched her face.
“You remember.”
“Yes.”
“Then we don't have much time.”
Mara turned to Rivera.
“Can you get us out?”
“Maybe.”
“Maybe isn't useful.”
He walked to the door.
The lock had been reinforced from outside.
“There's another exit.”
Jonas pointed toward the passage.
Rivera stared at him.
“You expect us to follow you?”
“No.”
Jonas stepped into the darkness.
“You can stay here.”
Mara followed.
Rivera cursed quietly and came after them.
The passage was narrow.
Old pipes ran overhead.
Water dripped steadily onto the concrete floor.
After several yards, they reached a staircase.
Jonas stopped.
“Someone is coming.”
They listened.
Footsteps echoed above.
Several people.
Mara's heart began to pound.
Jonas opened a side door.
Inside was a maintenance room.
“Stay here.”
Mara grabbed his sleeve.
“No.”
He looked at her.
“You've been running this alone for years. I'm done being kept in the dark.”
Jonas studied her.
Then nodded.
“Fair.”
The footsteps grew louder.
Rivera whispered, “How many?”
“Four.”
“How do you know?”
Jonas pointed to the ceiling.
The sound of boots was different depending on where someone walked.
Rivera listened.
“He's right.”
Mara looked at Rivera.
“You trust him?”
“No.”
Jonas smiled.
“Good.”
A door opened above.
Voices carried down the stairwell.
“They're in the building.”
Another voice answered.
“Check the archive.”
Mara recognized it.
Her body went still.
Rivera saw her reaction.
“What?”
“That voice.”
Jonas looked at her.
“You know him?”
Mara nodded slowly.
“He interviewed me two years ago.”
“Who?”
“Deputy Director Adrian Shaw.”
Rivera's face hardened.
Jonas whispered, “Then we've run out of time.”
He opened a small panel behind a shelf.
Inside was an old service tunnel.
Mara stared.
“Where does it lead?”
“To the courthouse.”
“The same courthouse?”
“Yes.”
Mara looked at the brass key.
“Room 317.”
Jonas nodded.
“Your father hid the ledger there.”
They entered the tunnel.
The passage smelled of wet stone.
Mara walked behind Jonas while Rivera brought up the rear.
After several minutes, they reached a ladder.
Jonas climbed first.
He lifted a hatch.
They emerged inside an abandoned storage room.
Mara recognized the building immediately.
The courthouse.
She had been there that morning.
The same courthouse where she had attended a hearing before being arrested.
She looked at the wall.
Room 317 was down the corridor.
Mara opened the door.
The room was empty.
Old boxes filled the shelves.
Jonas stood aside.
“You're the one who needs to find it.”
Mara looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because your father didn't hide it for me.”
She walked toward the shelves.
Her father's handwriting appeared on several boxes.
Dates.
Case numbers.
Names.
Mara pulled one down.
Inside were property records.
Another contained photographs.
A third held court transcripts.
Nothing looked like a ledger.
Rivera checked the hallway.
“We have maybe five minutes.”
Mara kept searching.
Then she noticed a loose floor tile.
She knelt.
The brass key fit a tiny lock beneath it.
She turned it.
A panel lifted.
Inside was a black notebook wrapped in oilcloth.
Mara stared at it.
Jonas breathed out.
“That is it.”
Mara picked it up.
The cover was blank.
She opened the first page.
Names filled the paper.
Dates.
Payments.
Locations.
Officials.
Judges.
Police officers.
Business owners.
And beneath every name was a number.
Rivera leaned over her shoulder.
“What is this?”
Mara turned another page.
Her face drained of color.
At the bottom was her father's name.
Beside it was a date.
The date was two days before his death.
Underneath it were four words:
TRANSFER COMPLETED — DAUGHTER UNAWARE.
Mara stopped breathing.
Jonas looked at the page.
He whispered, “He didn't tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
Jonas looked toward Rivera.
Then back at Mara.
“Your father wasn't investigating these people.”
Mara stared at him.
“He was working for them.”
The words seemed to empty the room.
Mara shook her head.
“No.”
Jonas didn't move.
“My father was a prosecutor.”
“I know.”
“He spent his life putting criminals away.”
“Yes.”
“Then why would his name be here?”
Jonas answered carefully.
“Because he infiltrated them.”
Mara looked down at the notebook.
“Then what does 'transfer completed' mean?”
Jonas's silence frightened her more than the answer would have.
Rivera stepped closer.
“Mara.”
She turned.
“There's another page.”
He pointed.
The next page had only one entry.
MARA ELLISON.
Beneath her name was a date.
Tomorrow.
And beside it:
FINAL TRANSFER.
Mara stared.
“What does that mean?”
Jonas looked toward the door.
“Your father wasn't protecting you from them.”
He swallowed.
“He was preparing you to replace him.”
Footsteps sounded in the corridor.
Closer this time.
Rivera picked up his weapon.
Jonas closed the notebook.
Mara held it tightly against her chest.
Someone stopped outside the door.
A man's voice called:
“Mara.”
She knew that voice.
Deputy Director Adrian Shaw.
“Open the door.”
Mara looked at Jonas.
He whispered:
“Now you know why they were so desperate to arrest you.”
The handle began to turn.
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