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PART 4 \u2014 THE WOMAN MARKED FOR SEPTEMBER 2<\/strong><\/h5>\n

The investigator photographed the calendar again.
\nAugust 18.
\nMy date.
\nSeptember 2.
\nM.H.
\nTwo sets of marks written in Vaughn\u2019s handwriting.
\nTwo possible victims.
\nAnd one of them might not even know she was in danger.
\n\u201cFind her,\u201d I said again.
\nThe investigator nodded toward another officer.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re working on it.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. I mean now.\u201d
\n\u201cMrs. Mercer\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

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\u201cYou found photographs of my brakes, sedatives in my name, my work schedule, and a letter explaining my death before it happened. If September second belongs to another woman, every minute matters.\u201d
\nThe investigator studied me for a moment.
\nThen he said, \u201cDetective Ruiz.\u201d
\nA woman near the doorway stepped forward.
\n\u201cRun every M.H. connected to Vaughn Mercer, Brielle Hale, Mercer-Hale Logistics, Marla Keene, and the financial accounts.\u201d
\n\u201cAlready doing it.\u201d
\nBrielle stood against the wall with her arms wrapped around herself.
\nI turned to her.
\n\u201cYou said Vaughn and Marla talked about needing one more.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cExactly what did you hear?\u201d<\/p>\n

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She closed her eyes.
\n\u201cIt was at the apartment.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe three months ago.\u201d
\n\u201cBefore the insurance policy changed?\u201d
\n\u201cI think so.\u201d
\n\u201cWere they arguing?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThat answer frightened me.
\n\u201cWhat were they doing?\u201d
\n\u201cDrinking wine.\u201d
\n\u201cLaughing?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI felt sick.<\/p>\n

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\u201cWhat did Vaughn say?\u201d
\nBrielle swallowed.
\n\u201cHe said you were almost ready.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Marla said?\u201d
\n\u201cAfter Celia, we only need one more.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\n\u201cI walked into the room.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did they do?\u201d
\n\u201cThey stopped talking.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you ask?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did Vaughn say?\u201d
\nBrielle looked ashamed.<\/p>\n

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\u201cHe told me they were discussing business clients.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you believe him?\u201d
\n\u201cAt the time.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\nShe whispered, \u201cI wanted to believe him.\u201d
\nI understood that more than I wanted to.
\nFor years, believing Vaughn had been easier than examining the small contradictions.
\nThe late deliveries.
\nThe missing cash.
\nThe secret calls.
\nThe explanations that changed depending on the day.
\nTrust had become something he used against both of us.
\nDetective Ruiz returned several minutes later carrying a tablet.
\n\u201cWe have multiple M.H. possibilities.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cEleven directly connected through financial records.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cEleven?\u201d
\n\u201cSome may be unrelated.\u201d
\n\u201cNames.\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cMonica Hayes. Melissa Hart. Michelle Holloway. Miriam Hargrove. Megan Holt.\u201d
\nDenise\u2019s head snapped toward her.
\n\u201cMichelle Holloway?\u201d
\nRuiz looked down.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nDenise went completely still.
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe did not answer.
\n\u201cDenise?\u201d
\nHer face had lost its color.
\n\u201cMy sister.\u201d
\nThe room changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMichelle Holloway is my younger sister.\u201d
\nDetective Ruiz immediately stepped closer.
\n\u201cDoes she know Vaughn Mercer?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMarla Keene?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMercer-Hale Logistics?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cAny connection to the credit union?\u201d
\nDenise rubbed her forehead.
\n\u201cShe refinanced her car through that credit union last year.\u201d
\nNobody spoke.
\nI felt a chill move through me.
\n\u201cWhat is her husband\u2019s name?\u201d
\n\u201cEric.\u201d
\nRuiz began typing.
\n\u201cWhat does he do?\u201d
\n\u201cCommercial real estate.\u201d
\n\u201cDoes he know Vaughn?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nDenise was already calling.
\nNo answer.
\nShe called again.
\nNo answer.
\nA third time.
\nVoicemail.
\nHer breathing changed.
\n\u201cShe usually answers.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere does she live?\u201d Ruiz asked.
\n\u201cLincoln Park.\u201d
\n\u201cAddress?\u201d
\nDenise gave it.
\nRuiz radioed officers immediately.
\nThen Denise called someone else.
\n\u201cEric.\u201d
\nHe answered.
\nShe put him on speaker.
\n\u201cDenise?\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is Michelle?\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cAt work, I think.\u201d
\n\u201cYou think?\u201d
\n\u201cI left early.\u201d
\n\u201cCall her.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s going on?\u201d
\n\u201cCall your wife.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m in a meeting.\u201d
\n\u201cEric, call Michelle now.\u201d
\nHis tone changed.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cDoes the name Vaughn Mercer mean anything to you?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nDenise\u2019s eyes lifted toward Ruiz.
\n\u201cEric?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nIt was too fast.
\nToo clean.
\nDenise heard it too.
\n\u201cDo not lie to me.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not.\u201d
\n\u201cDoes Marla Keene mean anything?\u201d
\nAnother silence.
\nThen he said, \u201cWhy are you asking me about Marla?\u201d
\nEvery person in the room froze.
\nDenise whispered, \u201cHow do you know her?\u201d
\nEric did not answer.
\n\u201cEric.\u201d
\n\u201cWe did some paperwork together.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat paperwork?\u201d
\n\u201cA loan.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat loan?\u201d
\n\u201cIt\u2019s complicated.\u201d
\nDetective Ruiz stepped closer.
\n\u201cMr. Holloway, this is Detective Ruiz. Where are you right now?\u201d
\nEric disconnected.
\nDenise stared at the phone.
\n\u201cThat was not normal.\u201d
\nRuiz was already issuing instructions.
\n\u201cGet a unit to his office too.\u201d
\nMy stomach twisted.
\n\u201cSeptember second.\u201d
\nDenise looked at me.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cIt could be Michelle.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cYou heard him.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nHer voice cracked.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nFor the first time since she had entered my apartment the previous evening, Denise looked frightened.
\nNot professionally concerned.
\nNot analytical.
\nFrightened.
\nI touched her arm.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re going to find her.\u201d
\nShe nodded, but her eyes were on her phone.
\nThen it rang.
\nMichelle.
\nDenise answered immediately.
\n\u201cMichelle?\u201d
\n\u201cWhy are you calling me eight times?\u201d
\nDenise closed her eyes.
\n\u201cWhere are you?\u201d
\n\u201cAt work.\u201d
\n\u201cAre you alone?\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is wrong with you?\u201d
\n\u201cAnswer me.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m in my office.\u201d
\n\u201cLock the door.\u201d
\n\u201cDenise\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cLock it now.\u201d
\nMichelle hesitated.
\nThen we heard a click.
\n\u201cOkay. It\u2019s locked. What happened?\u201d
\nDenise looked at Ruiz.
\n\u201cDo you know Vaughn Mercer?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMarla Keene?\u201d
\nPause.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cMichelle.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou know Marla?\u201d
\n\u201cShe helped Eric with some financing.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat financing?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know. Something for an investment property.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you sign anything?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cI signed a few forms.\u201d
\nDenise\u2019s face tightened.
\n\u201cDid you read them?\u201d
\n\u201cMostly.\u201d
\n\u201cMostly?\u201d
\n\u201cEric said it was routine.\u201d
\nThe exact same words.
\nRoutine.
\nInsurance.
\nPaperwork.
\nTrust me.
\nMy skin prickled.
\n\u201cMichelle,\u201d Denise said carefully, \u201chas Eric recently changed anything about your insurance?\u201d
\n\u201cMy insurance?\u201d
\n\u201cLife insurance.\u201d
\n\u201cNot that I know of.\u201d
\n\u201cHas he asked you to work late? Drive somewhere? Changed your route? Offered you drinks, medication, anything unusual?\u201d
\nMichelle laughed nervously.
\n\u201cWhat kind of question is that?\u201d
\n\u201cPlease answer.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen:
\n\u201cHe\u2019s been making me tea.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nDenise gripped the phone tighter.
\n\u201cTea?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSince when?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe a month.\u201d
\n\u201cDoes he normally make you tea?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nNobody in the room moved.
\nMichelle continued.
\n\u201cHe said I wasn\u2019t sleeping enough.\u201d
\n\u201cDo not drink anything he gives you.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is happening?\u201d
\n\u201cMichelle, listen to me carefully. Police are coming to your office.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cStay behind the locked door.\u201d
\n\u201cThis is insane.\u201d
\n\u201cPlease.\u201d
\nMichelle\u2019s voice softened.
\n\u201cDenise, you\u2019re scaring me.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did Eric do?\u201d
\nDenise looked at me.
\nThen at the calendar.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nA knock sounded through Michelle\u2019s phone.
\nShe stopped talking.
\nDenise whispered, \u201cDo not open it.\u201d
\nAnother knock.
\nThen a man\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cMichelle?\u201d
\nEric.
\nDenise stood.
\n\u201cDo not open that door.\u201d
\nMichelle whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s my husband.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy is he here?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nEric knocked again.
\n\u201cMichelle, open up.\u201d
\nShe remained silent.
\nThen he tried the handle.
\n\u201cCome on, Michelle.\u201d
\nHer breathing became audible through the phone.
\nDenise said, \u201cPolice are almost there.\u201d
\nEric knocked harder.
\n\u201cI know you\u2019re in there.\u201d
\nMichelle whispered, \u201cHe sounds angry.\u201d
\n\u201cStay away from the door.\u201d
\nThen Eric said something that made my stomach turn.
\n\u201cYour sister has been putting stupid ideas in your head.\u201d
\nDenise looked at Ruiz.
\n\u201cHow does he know I called?\u201d
\nRuiz\u2019s expression hardened.
\nEric continued.
\n\u201cOpen the door. We need to leave.\u201d
\nMichelle said nothing.
\n\u201cMichelle.\u201d
\nThe handle rattled.
\nThen:
\n\u201cSeptember is coming. We don\u2019t have time for this.\u201d
\nNobody breathed.
\nRuiz spoke into her radio.
\n\u201cUnits expedite. Possible immediate threat.\u201d
\nMichelle began crying quietly.
\nEric hit the door.
\n\u201cOPEN IT.\u201d
\nDenise shouted into the phone, \u201cGet away from the door!\u201d
\nA loud crash.
\nThen another.
\nThe line filled with screaming.
\n\u201cMichelle!\u201d
\nThe call went dead.
\nDenise ran toward the hallway.
\nRuiz caught her.
\n\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d
\n\u201cMy sister!\u201d
\n\u201cOfficers are there.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m going.\u201d
\n\u201cYou will slow them down.\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t care.\u201d
\n\u201cYou will if it costs her time.\u201d
\nThat stopped her.
\nBarely.
\nWe waited.
\nThirty seconds felt like ten minutes.
\nThen Ruiz\u2019s radio came alive.
\n\u201cSuspect detained.\u201d
\nDenise closed her eyes.
\nAnother voice.
\n\u201cFemale located. Conscious.\u201d
\nShe nearly collapsed.
\nI caught her arm.
\n\u201cMichelle is okay.\u201d
\nShe nodded, crying.
\nBut Ruiz kept listening.
\nThen her expression changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe raised a hand.
\nThe radio continued.
\n\u201cPossible evidence recovered from suspect vehicle.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat evidence?\u201d Ruiz asked.
\nA pause.
\nThen:
\n\u201cPhotographs of victim\u2019s vehicle. Work calendar. Medication.\u201d
\nMy stomach sank.
\nSame pattern.
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cAnd a printed insurance policy.\u201d
\nDenise covered her mouth.
\nI stared at the calendar on Vaughn\u2019s desk.
\nSeptember 2.
\nM.H.
\nMichelle Holloway.
\nIt was her.
\nThe investigator beside us said quietly, \u201cThat gives us two connected cases.\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cTwo that we know about.\u201d
\nHe nodded.
\nThat was the terrifying part.
\nTwo women.
\nTwo husbands.
\nTwo insurance policies.
\nTwo sets of altered financial records.
\nTwo men connected to Marla Keene.
\nThis was no longer about a cheating husband stealing money.
\nThis looked organized.
\nDetective Ruiz began searching Eric Holloway\u2019s information.
\n\u201cEric and Vaughn incorporated a company together seven years ago.\u201d
\nDenise looked up.
\n\u201cWhat company?\u201d
\n\u201cNorthgate Asset Recovery.\u201d
\n\u201cNever heard of it.\u201d
\n\u201cIt dissolved after fourteen months.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did it do?\u201d
\nRuiz scrolled.
\n\u201cPrivate asset consulting.\u201d
\nI said, \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\n\u201cIt can mean almost anything.\u201d
\nAnother investigator leaned over her shoulder.
\n\u201cRun principals.\u201d
\nRuiz did.
\nFour names appeared.
\nVaughn Mercer.
\nEric Holloway.
\nMarla Keene.
\nAnd a fourth person.
\nThomas Hale.
\nBrielle gasped.
\nEveryone looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s my father.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cYour father?\u201d
\nShe nodded slowly.
\n\u201cMy father died eight years ago.\u201d
\nRuiz looked at the record.
\n\u201cThomas Hale was listed as managing partner.\u201d
\nBrielle walked closer to the screen.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\n\u201cWas he in finance?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d
\n\u201cHe owned a small trucking company.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he know Vaughn?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou never saw them together?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nShe stopped.
\nThen her face changed.
\n\u201cWait.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen I was nineteen, my father had a business partner who came to the house sometimes.\u201d
\n\u201cName?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d
\n\u201cCould it have been Vaughn?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. Vaughn would\u2019ve been too young.\u201d
\n\u201cHow old are you?\u201d
\n\u201cThirty-two.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Vaughn?\u201d
\n\u201cThirty-nine.\u201d
\nRuiz typed something.
\nThen frowned.
\n\u201cThomas Hale died in 2018?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nBrielle\u2019s mouth opened.
\nShe did not answer.
\n\u201cBrielle?\u201d
\n\u201cCar accident.\u201d
\nThe room fell silent.
\nI felt the hairs rise along my arms.
\n\u201cWhat kind of accident?\u201d Ruiz asked.
\n\u201cHe drove off an overpass.\u201d
\n\u201cWas alcohol involved?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMechanical failure?\u201d
\nBrielle\u2019s eyes widened.
\n\u201cThe police report said his brakes failed.\u201d
\nNobody spoke.
\nI could hear my own heartbeat.
\n\u201cWho received his life insurance?\u201d Ruiz asked.
\nBrielle shook her head.
\n\u201cMy mother.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cEstimate.\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe\u2026 half a million?\u201d
\nRuiz typed again.
\nThen stopped.
\n\u201cYour mother\u2019s name?\u201d
\n\u201cPatricia Hale.\u201d
\nAnother search.
\nAnother silence.
\nRuiz looked at Brielle.
\n\u201cYour mother died four years later.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nBrielle seemed confused by the question.
\n\u201cHeart attack.\u201d
\n\u201cWas there an autopsy?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cLife insurance?\u201d
\nBrielle\u2019s face slowly emptied.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cBeneficiary?\u201d
\n\u201cMe.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\nShe whispered, \u201cNine hundred thousand dollars.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\nBrielle began shaking.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t do anything.\u201d
\n\u201cNo one said you did.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nRuiz raised her voice gently.
\n\u201cBrielle, calm down. Did anyone help you file the claim?\u201d
\nShe stared at the floor.
\nThen whispered:
\n\u201cVaughn.\u201d
\nDenise and I looked at each other.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d I said.
\nBrielle\u2019s eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cI met Vaughn after Mom died.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cHe contacted me.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said my mother had worked with his company years earlier and he wanted to help me with the insurance paperwork.\u201d
\nMy skin went cold.
\n\u201cSo Vaughn found you because your mother died?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd later you started a relationship?\u201d
\n\u201cAlmost a year later.\u201d
\nRuiz asked, \u201cWho was your mother\u2019s doctor?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d
\n\u201cDid she have heart disease?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cAny medication?\u201d
\n\u201cShe had anxiety.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat medication?\u201d
\nBrielle shook her head.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cDid Vaughn ever talk about it?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThen she stopped.
\nHer eyes widened.
\n\u201cHe asked for her leftover pills.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cAfter she died.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe six months later.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said he knew a pharmacy that disposed of medication safely.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cDid you give them to him?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cA whole box.\u201d
\nDenise whispered, \u201cSedatives?\u201d
\nBrielle began crying.
\n\u201cI think so.\u201d
\nRuiz immediately radioed another unit.
\n\u201cRequest archived records on Patricia and Thomas Hale. Full death investigations, insurance files if accessible through warrant, toxicology, vehicle reports.\u201d
\nBrielle turned toward me.
\n\u201cYou think he killed my parents?\u201d
\nI did not know how to answer.
\nRuiz did.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know that.\u201d
\nBut none of us believed the coincidences anymore.
\nAnother detective entered the room carrying a phone sealed inside an evidence bag.
\n\u201cWe got into the secondary device.\u201d
\nVaughn\u2019s hidden phone.
\nRuiz turned.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s on it?\u201d
\n\u201cEncrypted messaging app. Most threads deleted.\u201d
\n\u201cRecoverable?\u201d
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\n\u201cAnything still visible?\u201d
\n\u201cOne active group.\u201d
\n\u201cName?\u201d
\nThe detective looked at me.
\nThen at Denise.
\n\u201cHarvest.\u201d
\nA chill moved through the room.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cMembers?\u201d
\n\u201cFour active accounts.\u201d
\n\u201cNames?\u201d
\n\u201cThey use initials.\u201d
\nHe read them.
\nV.M.
\nE.H.
\nM.K.
\nAnd R.S.
\nVaughn Mercer.
\nEric Holloway.
\nMarla Keene.
\nThe fourth was unknown.
\n\u201cWhat are they discussing?\u201d Ruiz asked.
\n\u201cMostly money.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cPolicy payouts. Debt. Transfers.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd people?\u201d
\nThe detective hesitated.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cHow do they refer to people?\u201d
\nHe looked uncomfortable.
\n\u201cTargets.\u201d
\nDenise gripped the back of a chair.
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cWe haven\u2019t recovered everything.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many visible?\u201d
\n\u201cSix.\u201d
\nMy breath stopped.
\nSix.
\nNot two.
\nSix women.
\nRuiz said, \u201cNames?\u201d
\n\u201cInitials.\u201d
\nHe read from the device.
\nC.M.
\nM.H.
\nL.P.
\nS.R.
\nD.K.
\nJ.B.
\nC.M.
\nMe.
\nM.H.
\nMichelle.
\nFour more.
\n\u201cDates?\u201d Ruiz asked.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy date.
\nAugust 18.
\nMichelle.
\nSeptember 2.
\nThe next was September 27.
\nThen October 11.
\nThen November 5.
\nThen December 1.
\nOne every few weeks.
\nLike appointments.
\nLike deliveries.
\nLike someone\u2019s business schedule.
\nDenise whispered, \u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nThe detective continued.
\n\u201cThere are notes beside each.\u201d
\nI did not want to ask.
\nBut I did.
\n\u201cWhat does mine say?\u201d
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cNight driver. Sleep narrative established. Vehicle option.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\nMichelle\u2019s read:
\nTea protocol. Insurance active. Husband ready.
\nDenise covered her mouth.
\nRuiz asked about the others.
\n\u201cL.P. says pool.\u201d
\n\u201cS.R. says stairs.\u201d
\n\u201cD.K. says medication interaction.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd J.B.?\u201d
\nThe detective hesitated.
\n\u201cHome invasion.\u201d
\nNobody spoke.
\nThese were not ideas.
\nThey were scripts.
\nEach death designed to look ordinary.
\nAn accident.
\nA tired driver.
\nA fall.
\nA medical event.
\nA robbery.
\nAnd afterward, insurance.
\nDebt erased.
\nMoney transferred.
\nA grieving spouse.
\nI looked at the hidden phone.
\n\u201cHow far back does the group go?\u201d
\n\u201cCurrent device only has about sixteen months.\u201d
\n\u201cSo there could be older victims.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow many?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nBrielle whispered, \u201cMy parents.\u201d
\nRuiz looked at her.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s possible.\u201d
\nThe detective said, \u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d
\nOf course there was.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a message from this morning.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom who?\u201d
\n\u201cR.S.\u201d
\nThe unknown fourth member.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nHe read it aloud.
\nVaughn is compromised. Eric may be too. Shut down the schedule.
\nRelief almost reached me.
\nAlmost.
\nThen he continued.
\nSecond message:
\nClean remaining files before police identify Harvest.
\nRuiz immediately asked, \u201cTimestamp?\u201d
\n\u201cForty-two minutes ago.\u201d
\nEveryone moved at once.
\nPhones.
\nRadios.
\nCommands.
\n\u201cTrace account.\u201d
\n\u201cNotify cyber.\u201d
\n\u201cSecure Marla.\u201d
\n\u201cFind R.S.\u201d
\nI stepped toward Ruiz.
\n\u201cWhere is Marla?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cShe was fired two weeks ago. Her apartment is vacant.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen did she leave?\u201d
\n\u201cNeighbor says yesterday morning.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\n\u201cShe knew.\u201d
\nRuiz nodded.
\n\u201cPossibly.\u201d
\nThe detective looked at Vaughn\u2019s phone again.
\n\u201cR.S. sent another message seven minutes ago.\u201d
\nThe room stopped.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nHe read:
\nIf Celia talks, everything dies with her.
\nDenise stepped in front of me instinctively.
\nRuiz immediately ordered additional protection.
\nI stared at the screen.
\n\u201cThat was sent after Vaughn was arrested.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSo somebody is still active.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd they know I survived.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy phone buzzed.
\nEvery person in the room looked at it.
\nUnknown number.
\nOne message.
\nI showed Ruiz without opening it.
\nShe put on gloves.
\n\u201cDo not touch anything.\u201d
\nShe opened the message.
\nIt contained a photograph.
\nMy apartment building.
\nTaken from across the street.
\nTimestamped four minutes earlier.
\nUnderneath:
\nYou should have brought Vaughn the spare key.
\nMy stomach dropped.
\nMrs. Weaver.
\nJune.
\nEmmett.
\n\u201cMy children.\u201d
\nI ran toward the door.
\nRuiz shouted my name.
\n\u201cMy children are there!\u201d
\nShe was already on her radio.
\n\u201cUnits to Mercer residence immediately. Possible active threat.\u201d
\nI called Mrs. Weaver.
\nNo answer.
\nAgain.
\nNo answer.
\nAgain.
\n\u201cPick up.\u201d
\nNothing.
\nI called Emmett\u2019s tablet.
\nNo answer.
\nMy entire body began shaking.
\nDenise grabbed my shoulders.
\n\u201cCelia, police are going.\u201d
\n\u201cI need to go.\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re going.\u201d
\nWe raced downstairs.
\nPolice vehicles left ahead of us.
\nThe drive back felt endless.
\nI called Mrs. Weaver fourteen times.
\nNothing.
\nAt the fifteenth call, someone answered.
\nBut nobody spoke.
\n\u201cMrs. Weaver?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cJune?\u201d
\nNothing.
\nThen I heard breathing.
\nVery faint.
\n\u201cEmmett?\u201d
\nA whisper.
\n\u201cMom?\u201d
\nMy heart almost stopped.
\n\u201cBaby, where are you?\u201d
\n\u201cIn the closet.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere\u2019s June?\u201d
\n\u201cWith me.\u201d
\n\u201cMrs. Weaver?\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cEmmett, where is Mrs. Weaver?\u201d
\n\u201cHe told her to sit down.\u201d
\nEvery part of me went cold.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cA man?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cIs Dad there?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you know the man?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cCan he hear you?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d
\nI heard June crying quietly beside him.
\n\u201cListen to me. Stay hidden. Do not come out. Police are coming.\u201d
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cHe knows your name.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said you caused a problem.\u201d
\nDenise heard every word.
\nRuiz, riding ahead of us in another car, was hearing through the open line.
\n\u201cAnything else?\u201d
\nEmmett whispered:
\n\u201cHe asked where you keep the insurance papers.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cDid Mrs. Weaver tell him?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is he now?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThen I heard something through the phone.
\nA door creaked.
\nEmmett stopped breathing.
\nFootsteps.
\nCloser.
\nCloser.
\n\u201cEmmett,\u201d I whispered.
\nNo answer.
\nThe closet door must have been near the hallway.
\nA man spoke somewhere in the apartment.
\n\u201cCome on, kids.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cI know you\u2019re hiding.\u201d
\nJune whimpered.
\nThe footsteps stopped.
\nThen the man laughed softly.
\nA laugh I had never heard before.
\n\u201cYour mother made this much harder than it needed to be.\u201d
\nI covered my mouth.
\nThe footsteps moved again.
\nThen:
\n\u201cEmmett.\u201d
\nMy son gasped.
\nThe man knew his name.
\n\u201cOpen the door.\u201d
\nEmmett did not move.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t want Mrs. Weaver to get hurt, do you?\u201d
\nI almost screamed.
\nDenise gripped my arm.
\n\u201cStay quiet. Police are almost there.\u201d
\nThe man tried a door.
\nNot the closet.
\nAnother.
\nThen another.
\n\u201cEmmett.\u201d
\nThe closet handle rattled.
\nJune began crying.
\n\u201cMom,\u201d Emmett whispered.
\nThe handle moved again.
\nThen the line exploded with shouting.
\n\u201cPOLICE!\u201d
\nA crash.
\nMore shouting.
\n\u201cGET DOWN!\u201d
\nThe phone fell.
\nI heard June scream.
\nThen nothing.
\n\u201cEMMETT!\u201d
\nThe line remained connected.
\nStatic.
\nVoices.
\nFootsteps.
\nMy hands were shaking so badly I dropped my phone.
\nDenise picked it up.
\nThen someone spoke through the speaker.
\n\u201cMrs. Mercer?\u201d
\nA police officer.
\n\u201cYes!\u201d
\n\u201cYour children are safe.\u201d
\nI collapsed against the seat.
\n\u201cThey\u2019re safe?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about Mrs. Weaver?\u201d
\n\u201cShe\u2019s conscious. Minor injury.\u201d
\nI started crying.
\nFor the first time since this nightmare began, I cried without trying to stop.
\n\u201cWho was the man?\u201d
\n\u201cWe have him in custody.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\n\u201cAsk him.\u201d
\n\u201cWe are.\u201d
\nThen the officer paused.
\n\u201cBut Mrs. Mercer, we found identification.\u201d
\nMy breathing slowed.
\n\u201cWhat name?\u201d
\n\u201cRichard Sloan.\u201d
\nR.S.
\nThe fourth member of Harvest.
\nDenise looked at me.
\nWe had him.
\nVaughn.
\nEric.
\nRichard.
\nOnly Marla remained.
\nThen my phone buzzed again.
\nNot a text.
\nAn email.
\nSubject:
\nYOU FOUND THE WRONG R.S.
\nI stared at it.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nDenise leaned closer.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nI opened the message.
\nOne sentence.
\nRichard Sloan was disposable.
\nAnother.
\nHe never knew who ran Harvest.
\nAnd finally:
\nNeither did Vaughn.
\nAttached was a photograph.
\nMarla Keene standing beside a woman.
\nAn older woman.
\nGray hair.
\nPearl earrings.
\nElegant coat.
\nSomeone I recognized.
\nI had seen her dozens of times.
\nAt school events.
\nBirthday parties.
\nChristmas dinners.
\nEleven years of family photographs.
\nMy hands turned numb.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\nDenise looked at the image.
\n\u201cWho is she?\u201d
\nI could barely speak.
\n\u201cVaughn\u2019s mother.\u201d
\nThe woman who had hugged me on my wedding day.
\nThe woman who called me daughter.
\nThe woman who watched me save money for her grandchildren.
\nHer name was Lorraine Mercer.
\nAnd beneath the photograph were four words:
\nShe started all of it.
\nThen a second email arrived.
\nThis one contained only an address.
\nA farmhouse forty miles outside Chicago.
\nAnd a message:
\nIf you want to know how many women came before you, ask Lorraine about the basement\u2026\u2026\u2026\u2026<\/p>\n

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