The navigation screen showed twenty-eight minutes to Mark\u2019s coordinates.<\/p>\n
The dashboard clock showed 11:18.<\/p>\n
Forty-two minutes until midnight.<\/p>\n
I sat rigid in the passenger seat while Foster drove without headlights for another mile before finally turning them on.<\/p>\n
Noah and Tyler were quiet in the back.<\/p>\n
Too quiet.<\/p>\n
Children should not know what midnight deadlines feel like.<\/p>\n
I checked Mark\u2019s photograph of Emily again.<\/p>\n
The newspaper looked real.<\/p>\n
The date looked right.<\/p>\n
But photographs could be staged.<\/p>\n
Everything tonight had taught me not to confuse evidence with truth.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Mark fake this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster kept his eyes on the road.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Emily actually be where he says?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlso useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou want certainty.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want one thing tonight that isn\u2019t a trap.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think we\u2019re getting that.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n
Mark.<\/p>\n
ARE YOU COMING?<\/p>\n
I typed:<\/p>\n
YES.<\/p>\n
His reply:<\/p>\n
DO NOT BRING FOSTER INSIDE.<\/p>\n
Foster read it over my shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knows I\u2019m with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe probably saw your vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn\u2019t my vehicle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how?\u201d<\/p>\n
He thought about it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re being tracked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned it off.<\/p>\n
Foster reached beneath the dashboard and pulled out an old flip phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo internet. No apps. No location services.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really have prepared for every paranoid scenario.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlmost every scenario I was mocked for preparing has happened tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took the phone.<\/p>\n
He had a point.<\/p>\n
We turned onto a county road bordered by fields and thick woods.<\/p>\n
No houses.<\/p>\n
No businesses.<\/p>\n
Only darkness.<\/p>\n
Noah spoke from the back.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said there were cameras.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the records place?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverywhere.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she tell you how to avoid them?\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said they were supposed to see us.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made no sense until Foster answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cAuthentication.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel may have set up a system that recognizes who enters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean facial recognition?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe. Or something simpler.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe red light knows me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
He pointed to his eye.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said it looks.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cRetinal scan?\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would explain why Mark needs Noah alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
The realization made me nauseated.<\/p>\n
Noah was not simply carrying a key.<\/p>\n
He was part of the lock.<\/p>\n
The old county records facility appeared at 11:41.<\/p>\n
It sat behind a chain-link fence near an abandoned quarry.<\/p>\n
The building was low and windowless, built from gray concrete blocks. A faded county seal remained above the entrance.<\/p>\n
One vehicle waited in the parking lot.<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s sedan.<\/p>\n
Nothing else.<\/p>\n
Foster parked behind a line of trees.<\/p>\n
\u201cToo clean.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean empty?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expected an army?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Mark\u2019s people know this place matters, yes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe they don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOr maybe they\u2019re already inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened the car door.<\/p>\n
Foster caught my arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Mark tries to separate Noah from you, don\u2019t let him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t planning to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may sound convincing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo far he\u2019s threatened my sister and hunted us across two properties.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may still be telling the truth about her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make him trustworthy.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I woke Tyler, who had drifted off against the window.<\/p>\n
His eyes opened immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre we there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the building.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Aunt Emily inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why are we here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause this may help us find her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster stayed with Tyler near the tree line.<\/p>\n
Noah and I walked toward the building.<\/p>\n
Every step across the gravel sounded too loud.<\/p>\n
Mark stood beneath the entrance light.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
His shirt was torn near one shoulder.<\/p>\n
Blood stained his left sleeve.<\/p>\n
Noah stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s face changed when he saw him.<\/p>\n
Not dramatically.<\/p>\n
Just enough.<\/p>\n
For the first time that night, I saw something in him that looked like genuine relief.<\/p>\n
\u201cNoah.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah moved closer to me instead.<\/p>\n
Mark noticed.<\/p>\n
Pain crossed his face.<\/p>\n
Then disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou brought Foster.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s staying outside.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you not to trust him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily told me not to trust you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had not expected that.<\/p>\n
Mark looked toward the woods.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have eighteen minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep Emily alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen your message was a lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I know who has her and what they\u2019ll do if they don\u2019t get confirmation before midnight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConfirmation of what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat the archive is accessible.\u201d<\/p>\n
I held up the chip.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou mean this?\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes moved to it.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat gets us halfway.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd your key?\u201d<\/p>\n
He tapped his jacket.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShow me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark withdrew a black drive.<\/p>\n
It was almost identical to Daniel\u2019s chip.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel created two keys.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy do you have one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Emily gave it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would she trust you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer again.<\/p>\n
No excuses.<\/p>\n
No attempt to make himself look better.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe gave it to me because she realized the archive required someone the network still trusted.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you\u2019ve been pretending to work for them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhile terrorizing your wife.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI expect you to believe what you can verify.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you hurt Mommy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark closed his eyes briefly.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you scare her?\u201d<\/p>\n
His silence lasted too long.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah looked down.<\/p>\n
Mark crouched several feet away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI did things that made your mom afraid of me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I thought I could protect both of you by making dangerous people believe I was still on their side.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s stupid.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t want to go with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need Noah for the scanner.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe told me enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen you know Daniel built this place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas he Noah\u2019s biological father?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
No denial.<\/p>\n
No anger.<\/p>\n
Just exhaustion.<\/p>\n
Noah asked the question I dreaded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you kill him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s face went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you help?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark looked at me.<\/p>\n
I wanted him to answer Noah, not me.<\/p>\n
He understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI helped the people who wanted to stop him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah\u2019s chin trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know they would kill him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said you knew bad people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted money and power and I thought I was smarter than they were.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer was so simple that Noah seemed almost disappointed.<\/p>\n
A light above the building entrance changed.<\/p>\n
Green.<\/p>\n
Noah stepped back.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said don\u2019t open if it\u2019s green.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said red.\u201d<\/p>\n
The light remained green.<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone activated the system before us.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the windows.<\/p>\n
There were none.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark checked his watch.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone with access.\u201d<\/p>\n
A vehicle engine sounded behind us.<\/p>\n
Foster emerged from the trees.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah!\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark reached beneath his jacket.<\/p>\n
I stepped between him and Noah.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster ran toward us.<\/p>\n
\u201cVehicles coming from the south.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark swore.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey followed you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Foster stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re the one who gave her coordinates.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave Sarah coordinates.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think nobody watches your communications?\u201d<\/p>\n
The two men looked as if years of suspicion could turn violent at any second.<\/p>\n
I cut between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Both went silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have maybe fifteen minutes. What opens the door?\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah pointed to a small panel beside the entrance.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt looks at me.\u201d<\/p>\n
We approached.<\/p>\n
The panel activated.<\/p>\n
A red beam appeared.<\/p>\n
Noah relaxed slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe little light is red.\u201d<\/p>\n
The overhead security light remained green.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one did Emily mean?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe little one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
We had nearly abandoned the door because adults assumed we understood a child\u2019s memory better than the child.<\/p>\n
Noah leaned toward the scanner.<\/p>\n
The red beam passed over his eye.<\/p>\n
A mechanical click sounded.<\/p>\n
The front door unlocked.<\/p>\n
Mark reached for the handle.<\/p>\n
Noah stopped him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said I choose.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark slowly removed his hand.<\/p>\n
Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
I entered first.<\/p>\n
Noah followed.<\/p>\n
Mark did not.<\/p>\n
Neither did Foster.<\/p>\n
The door closed behind us.<\/p>\n
Inside, emergency lights illuminated a narrow corridor.<\/p>\n
Noah held my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you remember where to go?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many times were you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Emily?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
The corridor ended at an elevator.<\/p>\n
No buttons.<\/p>\n
Only another scanner.<\/p>\n
Noah used it.<\/p>\n
The elevator opened.<\/p>\n
Inside, a screen displayed one option.<\/p>\n
ARCHIVE.<\/p>\n
We entered.<\/p>\n
The doors closed.<\/p>\n
The elevator descended.<\/p>\n
Farther than I expected.<\/p>\n
Tyler\u2019s face flashed through my mind.<\/p>\n
I had left my son outside with two men I did not trust.<\/p>\n
I nearly hit the emergency stop.<\/p>\n
Then Noah squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom said Tyler would be safe if Mr. Foster was there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou trust him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom did sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said he made one bad choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
That sounded almost generous.<\/p>\n
The elevator stopped.<\/p>\n
The doors opened onto a room filled with metal cabinets and old computer equipment.<\/p>\n
A single modern terminal glowed at the center.<\/p>\n
Noah walked toward it.<\/p>\n
On the screen were two words.<\/p>\n
INSERT KEYS.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe only have one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad has the other.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the elevator.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Daniel had forced collaboration.<\/p>\n
The outer door required Noah.<\/p>\n
The archive required two keys.<\/p>\n
I pressed a return switch near the elevator.<\/p>\n
Nothing happened.<\/p>\n
The terminal changed.<\/p>\n
SECOND KEY HOLDER MAY ENTER.<\/p>\n
A buzzer sounded above.<\/p>\n
The elevator opened.<\/p>\n
Mark stood inside.<\/p>\n
Alone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s Foster?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Tyler.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped between him and Noah.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stay where I can see you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
He inserted his black drive into one side of the terminal.<\/p>\n
I inserted Daniel\u2019s chip into the other.<\/p>\n
The screen went dark.<\/p>\n
Then text appeared.<\/p>\n
IDENTITY 1 CONFIRMED.<\/p>\n
IDENTITY 2 CONFIRMED.<\/p>\n
BIOLOGICAL HEIR CONFIRMED.<\/p>\n
Noah stared at the last line.<\/p>\n
Mark looked away.<\/p>\n
The archive opened.<\/p>\n
Hundreds of folders appeared.<\/p>\n
Accounts.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
Audio files.<\/p>\n
Government records.<\/p>\n
Everything Daniel had gathered.<\/p>\n
Then one folder began flashing.<\/p>\n
EMILY HARRIS \u2014 ACTIVE DISTRESS.<\/p>\n
I clicked it.<\/p>\n
A live map appeared.<\/p>\n
One location.<\/p>\n
A motel forty miles west.<\/p>\n
A countdown beneath it.<\/p>\n
00:11:32.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens at zero?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Mark\u2019s face drained of color.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey kill her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I helped design the protocol.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe network uses dead-man deadlines. If an operative misses a confirmation window, anyone they\u2019re holding becomes disposable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou built that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI helped automate it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Noah stepped away from him.<\/p>\n
Mark saw it.<\/p>\n
He looked like he had been struck.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can stop it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened another screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to confirm that Daniel\u2019s archive has been compromised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re going to tell them we opened it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen they come here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re already coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Outside, somewhere far above us, a muffled explosion sounded.<\/p>\n
The building shook.<\/p>\n
Mark typed.<\/p>\n
A prompt appeared.<\/p>\n
UPLOAD ARCHIVE ACCESS TOKEN?<\/p>\n
YES \/ NO.<\/p>\n
I grabbed his wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if you press yes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey get proof the archive opened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo they get access?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough to bet Emily\u2019s life.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the countdown.<\/p>\n
00:08:19.<\/p>\n
Then at Noah.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark pressed YES.<\/p>\n
The screen flashed.<\/p>\n
TRANSMITTING.<\/p>\n
The countdown stopped at 00:07:54.<\/p>\n
Then disappeared.<\/p>\n
Emily\u2019s map remained.<\/p>\n
STATUS: HOLD.<\/p>\n
I exhaled.<\/p>\n
Mark did too.<\/p>\n
Then the terminal changed again.<\/p>\n
REMOTE ACCESS REQUEST.<\/p>\n
A name appeared.<\/p>\n
REBECCA LANE.<\/p>\n
Foster had said she was Daniel\u2019s former supervisor.<\/p>\n
Emily had warned Daniel suspected someone inside Rebecca\u2019s office.<\/p>\n
Mark stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe shouldn\u2019t know we\u2019re here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould Daniel\u2019s system have notified her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Rebecca designed part of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou left that out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know you knew her name.\u201d<\/p>\n
The request flashed again.<\/p>\n
ACCEPT REMOTE ACCESS?<\/p>\n
A microphone icon appeared.<\/p>\n
Then the terminal speakers activated.<\/p>\n
A woman\u2019s voice filled the room.<\/p>\n
\u201cSarah, if you can hear me, do not let Mark touch that terminal.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mark went still.<\/p>\n
The woman continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Rebecca Lane.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
Rebecca said, \u201cMark is the reason Daniel Reynolds died.\u201d<\/p>\n
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