Chapter 8 - THE PLACE WHERE EDWARD’S CAR NEVER WENTInvestigators reconstructed Edward’s route using old toll records preserved through corporate expense reports.
His sedan passed westbound through a toll point after leaving the Hawthorne Inn.
Logan Airport was east.
The car did not head to Logan initially.
It headed toward rural Massachusetts.
Specifically—
a Prescott-owned quarry property.
Closed now.
In 1999, used for aggregate storage.
Charles’s vehicle passed the same toll seven minutes later.
Then both disappeared from the electronic record.
Hours later, Edward’s car appeared at Logan.
Who drove it there?
Unknown.
But the route suggested the airport scene was staged after an earlier meeting.
Police searched the quarry.
Twenty-six years.
Most landscape altered.
Still, a retired worker remembered something.
He had been nineteen.
Working night security.
Two cars entered after midnight.
Charles Morrow’s SUV.
Edward’s sedan.
Then a third vehicle later.
Thomas Prescott.
The worker remembered because seeing three executives at a quarry after midnight seemed strange.
He told his supervisor.
Supervisor said:
“Family business.”
Then around 2:30 a.m., Edward’s sedan left.
Driven by someone he could not identify.
Charles’s SUV left later.
Thomas’s car too.
No Edward seen.
That was the strongest evidence yet.
Thomas had lied.
Martin said Thomas was with him until after midnight.
Maybe Martin lied too.
Or Thomas left afterward.
The timeline shifted.
My beloved Uncle Thomas was no longer merely a document helper.
He was physically present at the last known location where Edward was seen.
My mother cried when she heard.
Thomas had supported us after Dad died.
Paid bills.
Helped with school.
Took us to Cape Cod.
Was it guilt?
Love?
May you like
Both?
Again, no simple categories.
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