“Not me.”
“Then who?”
“I don’t know.”
The voice behind the steel door interrupted us.
“Elaine…”
I stepped toward it.
Rachel pulled me back.
“Mom, listen to me.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“The person behind that door knows things about us.”
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’ve heard that voice before.”
Rachel’s eyes filled with tears.
“Yes.”
“When?”
She looked toward Nolan.
“Two months ago.”
Nolan closed his eyes.
I felt a chill move through me.
“What happened two months ago?”
Rachel swallowed.
“I started receiving messages.”
“What kind?”
“Pictures.”
“Of what?”
“Me.”
I stared at the photographs.
“These?”
She nodded.
“At first I thought Nolan was following me.”
Nolan suddenly spoke.
“I was trying to protect you.”
Rachel spun around.
“Protect me?”
“You didn’t understand what was happening.”
“You lied to me.”
“I had to.”
“You made me think I was losing my mind!”
Her voice cracked.
I looked between them.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
Neither answered.
I stepped toward Nolan.
“You have ten seconds.”
He looked at me.
“Ten seconds for what?”
“To tell me the truth before I start making calls.”
His face tightened.
“You can’t call anyone.”
“Watch me.”
I raised my phone.
“No signal.”
I looked at the screen.
He was right.
No bars.
I moved toward the garage entrance.
Still nothing.
The storm had apparently knocked out the network.
Or so I thought.
Then I noticed something.
The small router mounted near the ceiling was blinking green.
Power was working.
The network wasn’t.
Someone had disabled the signal.
I looked at Nolan.
“You did that.”
“No.”
“Then who did?”
He pointed toward the steel door.
“Her.”
Rachel stared at him.
“I never touched it.”
Nolan walked to the workbench and picked up a small black device.
“This was installed yesterday.”
He placed it in my hand.
A signal jammer.
I recognized the design.
I had seen similar devices years ago during a federal investigation.
“Where did you get this?”
“Someone sent it.”
“Who?”
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“I’m not.”
Rachel suddenly crouched beside a storage cabinet.
“Mom.”
She pulled something from underneath it.
An envelope.
My name was written across the front.
In handwriting I recognized immediately.
Mine.
I stared at it.
“I didn’t write that.”
Rachel opened it carefully.
Inside was a single photograph.
My house.
Taken from across the street.
On the back were four words:
SHE KNOWS TOO MUCH.
Underneath was a date.
Tomorrow’s date.
I looked at Rachel.
“What does this mean?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
Then Nolan said something that made me stop.
“Elaine…”
His voice had changed.
He was staring at the photograph.
“You need to look at the house in the background.”
I turned the photograph over.
At first, I saw nothing unusual.
Then I noticed a second-floor window.
My bedroom.
The curtains were open.
And standing behind them was a woman.
I could barely make out her face.
But she was looking directly at the camera.
I brought the photograph closer to the flashlight.
My heart stopped.
The woman was me.
“No.”
The word escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
Rachel took the photograph.
Her eyes widened.
“Mom…”
“I wasn’t there.”
“Are you sure?”
“I was.”
I remembered that night.
I had been asleep.
Alone.
My house had an old security system.
The curtains in my bedroom were always closed.
I had never opened them.
Nolan stepped closer.
“That’s why I didn’t want you here.”
I turned toward him.
“Explain.”
He pointed to the photograph.
“That picture was taken six days ago.”
“I was home six days ago.”
“Exactly.”
Rachel looked confused.
“Then how could someone photograph Mom from inside her bedroom?”
I stared at Nolan.
“Unless…”
He finished the thought.
“Someone was already inside your house.”
The garage became silent.
I remembered the strange things I’d noticed over the past month.
A kitchen cabinet left open.
A lamp switched on.
The back door unlocked.
I had blamed myself.
Age.
Distraction.
Forgetfulness.
But now—
I wasn’t sure anymore.
Rachel touched my arm.
“Mom, there’s something else.”
“What?”
“Before I came here, I found a room.”
“What room?”
“In our house.”
She looked at Nolan.
“He didn’t know I knew about it.”
Nolan shook his head.
“Rachel, don’t.”
“Where?”
Rachel pointed toward the steel door.
“Behind that.”
I stared at it.
“The room behind this door connects to the house?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Through an old service passage.”
Nolan looked furious.
“That passage was sealed.”
“It wasn’t.”
Rachel wiped her eyes.
“I found it.”
“When?”
“The night Daniel disappeared.”
The name hung in the air.
Daniel Mercer.
I turned toward Nolan.
“You said Rachel killed him.”
“I said she was involved.”
“Where is he?”
Nolan didn’t answer.
Rachel did.
“In the house.”
I felt the floor shift beneath me.
“What?”
“He wasn’t dead when we brought him here.”
Nolan looked at Rachel.
“Stop.”
“He was alive.”
“Rachel.”
“He told me who was behind everything.”
I stepped closer.
“Who?”
Rachel opened her mouth.
Before she could answer, something crashed behind the steel door.
We all jumped.
A heavy object hit the floor.
Then came a man’s groan.
Not a recording.
Not an echo.
A living person.
Rachel covered her mouth.
Nolan whispered:
“He’s awake.”
I looked at him.
“Daniel?”
He nodded.
I grabbed the steel handle.
It wouldn’t move.
Locked.
I looked around.
“Where’s the key?”
Nolan hesitated.
I stepped toward him.
“Where is the key?”
He reached into his pocket.
Then stopped.
A faint smile appeared on his face.
“I don’t have it.”
“You’re lying.”
“I threw it away.”
“Where?”
He looked toward the garage entrance.
“Outside.”
I understood immediately.
He wasn’t afraid of Daniel.
He wasn’t afraid of me.
He was afraid of whoever might come looking for that key.
I rushed toward the entrance.
And that’s when I saw the headlights.
A vehicle had stopped at the end of the alley.
The engine remained running.
No one got out.
Rachel whispered:
“Mom…”
I looked back at her.
“There’s something you need to know.”
“What?”
“The person who sent me the photographs…”
She looked toward the vehicle.
“…wasn’t watching me.”
Her voice trembled.
“They were watching you.”
The driver’s door opened.
A man stepped into the rain.
He stood beneath the streetlight.
I couldn’t see his face.
Then he lifted his hand.
In it was a gun.
Nolan grabbed Rachel.
“Down!”
The first shot shattered the garage window.
Glass exploded across the concrete.
Rachel screamed.
I dropped to the floor.
Another shot struck the metal door.
The man outside began walking toward us.
Slowly.
Calmly.
As if he knew exactly where we were.
Nolan crawled toward the steel door.
I grabbed his arm.
“What are you doing?”
“We have to get Daniel out.”
“Why?”
He looked directly into my eyes.
“Because Daniel isn’t the victim.”
A third shot struck the garage wall.
Nolan’s voice dropped to a whisper.
“He’s the only witness.”
“To what?”
He looked toward Rachel.
Then toward the steel door.
“To who really killed your daughter.”
My blood ran cold.
I turned toward Rachel.
She was staring at me.
Tears streamed down her face.
And then she whispered:
“Mom…”
“I wasn’t supposed to survive that night.”
The garage door suddenly began to rise.
Not from the outside.
From the inside.
Someone had activated the mechanism.
The steel door behind us opened at the exact same moment.
And a man stumbled into the garage.
His face was bruised.
His shirt was covered in blood.
He collapsed against the wall.
I recognized him instantly.
Daniel Mercer.
He looked at me.
Then at Rachel.
Then at Nolan.
And finally, with the last of his strength, he pointed directly at me.
“Your daughter didn’t disappear because of Nolan.”
He coughed.
“She disappeared because…”
His eyes moved toward the open garage entrance.
“…she found out what your husband did.”
I froze.
“My husband?”
Daniel nodded.
And then he said the one sentence I had spent thirty years believing could never be spoken again.
“Your husband is still alive.”
For a moment, I couldn’t understand the words.
My husband.
Still alive.
That was impossible.
My husband, Michael Harper, had been dead for seventeen years.
I had buried him myself.
I had stood beside his coffin.
I had watched the earth close over him.
I had spent seventeen years believing that chapter of my life was finished.
“That’s impossible,” I whispered.
Daniel shook his head.
“No, Elaine. It’s the story they wanted you to believe.”
Nolan moved toward me.
“Elaine, don’t listen to him.”
I turned on him.
“How does he know my husband’s name?”
Nolan said nothing.
Rachel began crying.
“Mom, I’m sorry.”
I stared at her.
“You knew?”
She nodded.
“Not at first. I found out three months ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because every time I tried, someone stopped me.”
“Who?”
She looked at Nolan.
