Chapter 10 - THE WOMAN IN REBECCA’S BED
Rebecca was declared missing.
The dead woman was not immediately identified.
Her fingerprints had been removed with chemicals.
Dental records would take time.
Police found blood belonging to Rebecca inside the apartment, but not enough to prove she was dead.
They also found a suitcase containing Claire’s clothing, photographs and copied medical records.
Someone had been constructing a false life around her.
Officer Ramirez requested that Daniel bring Claire and Emily to a secure police location.
Vivian refused.
“This is exactly what Elias wants.”
Daniel looked at her.
“He asked us to meet at the hospital, not the police station.”
“He wants you moving.”
“He already knows where we are.”
The orange lipstick at the motel proved that.
The clinic delivery proved it again.
No location was safe while they remained predictable.
Daniel called Ramirez from a disposable phone.
He shared Elias Crowe’s name and the hospital threat.
Ramirez searched law enforcement databases.
Elias had officially died in a boating accident thirty-eight years earlier.
No body had been recovered.
Thomas Whitmore had hired a man named Edward Lane shortly afterward.
Lane’s photograph matched Elias.
Edward Lane later became Thomas’s chief financial officer.
He disappeared the same week as the plane crash.
Three identities.
One man.
Margaret’s brother.
Possibly Daniel’s father.
The Whitmore hospital stood abandoned outside Bellford.
It had closed after a chemical leak fifteen years earlier.
Daniel believed the meeting was a trap.
But it was also their first chance to learn where Rebecca was and why the family targeted Claire.
Vivian prepared carefully.
She gave Daniel a small transmitter hidden inside a shirt button.
Claire wore a second device in her shoe.
Ramirez arranged surveillance teams around the hospital without entering the property.
Emily would remain with Vivian in a safe house.
When Claire told her they were leaving, the child became frantic.
“No!”
Claire held her.
“We’ll come back.”
“Grandma said that.”
Claire froze.
“What did Grandma say?”
“She said you would go away after my birthday.”
“Did she say where?”
Emily pointed toward the metal box.
“The silver door.”
They opened the box again.
Beneath the cassette tape was a false bottom.
The silver key fit a hidden compartment.
Inside was a hospital access badge bearing Thomas Whitmore’s photograph.
The badge number corresponded to a sub-basement level not listed on public plans.
The silver door.
At 11:40 that night, Daniel and Claire approached the hospital.
The building rose from the darkness like an enormous dead machine.
Broken windows reflected the moon.
Vines covered the ambulance entrance.
A single light burned on the sixth floor.
The front doors were unlocked.
Inside, the air smelled of dust and disinfectant.
Orange arrows had been painted on the floor.
They followed them through dark corridors.
Old wheelchairs stood against the walls.
Patient records lay scattered beneath leaking pipes.
The arrows led to an elevator.
It had no electricity, yet the doors opened when Claire approached.
Inside was a keyhole.
She inserted the silver key.
The elevator descended.
Daniel checked the transmitter.
No signal.
They reached a sub-basement corridor with bright orange walls.
The room from the photograph.
A speaker clicked on.
“Welcome, Daniel.”
Elias’s voice echoed through the hall.
“Where is Rebecca?” Daniel asked.
“Alive.”
“Who is the woman in her apartment?”
“A witness.”
“To what?”
“Your mother’s failure.”
Claire stepped forward.
“What do you want from me?”
“Only the truth.”
A steel door opened.
Inside was a hospital room preserved exactly as it might have appeared decades earlier.
A bed stood beneath surgical lights.
A leather restraint hung from one side.
On the wall were photographs of Claire from childhood through adulthood.
At the center was a photograph of Emily’s birth.
Someone had been inside the hospital room that day.
Claire touched the image.
“I’ve never seen this.”
Daniel examined the angle.
The picture had been taken through the nursery window.
Elias’s voice continued.
“Thomas designed a trust that could not be seized by one bloodline. He required cooperation.”
“Between Claire and me?” Daniel asked.
“Between heirs.”
“Why does Emily matter?”
“Because she is the first child to carry both claims.”
Claire looked toward the speaker.
“What happens when she turns eighteen?”
“She controls every hidden Whitmore asset.”
“Then why attack her?”
“To keep her dependent.”
“By killing me?”
“Margaret believes grief makes children easier to shape.”
Daniel felt sick.
“You knew what they planned.”
“I knew Margaret wanted custody. I did not know Rebecca would use the pool.”
“You attended the party.”
“To observe.”
“You could have stopped it.”
“I did.”
Daniel remembered the splash.
Emily sank, but she had reappeared close to the steps.
Had someone beneath the water pushed her upward?
A door opened behind the hospital bed.
Rebecca entered.
Her face was bruised.
One wrist was handcuffed to a metal rail.
“Daniel,” she whispered. “Don’t believe him.”
Elias stepped from the shadows.
He was the silver-haired man from the party.
He looked at Daniel with a familiarity that felt invasive.
Rebecca pulled against the restraint.
“He killed the woman in my apartment.”
Elias remained calm.
“She was already dying.”
“She was alive when you brought her there.”
Daniel faced him.
“Release Rebecca.”
“She tried to kill your daughter.”
“She needs to answer for it.”
“She will.”
Elias looked toward Claire.
“But first, Claire must decide which family survives.”
A monitor activated beside the bed.
The screen showed two live camera feeds.
One showed Emily sleeping beside Vivian.
The other showed Margaret and Harold tied to chairs in an unknown room.
Claire’s voice shook.
“What decision?”
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Elias held up a small black device.
“Choose the door I open.”
