Chapter 7: The Bride Who Disappeared
For three seconds, I couldn't move.
My daughter's bouquet lay beside a service elevator, its white roses crushed beneath what looked like a man's shoe. A pearl from Lily's bracelet glittered on the carpet.
The hotel corridor seemed to stretch endlessly in front of me.
"Lily!""
My voice cracked against the walls.
I ran toward the elevator, nearly colliding with a housekeeping cart. The doors were closed. I pressed the call button repeatedly, watching the numbers above them change.
Six.
Five.
Four.
Detective Mitchell caught up with me.
"Margaret, stop. We need to think.""
"My daughter is missing!""
"I know. That's why I need you to stay with me.""
She turned to the uniformed officer.
"Lock down the service exits. Have security preserve every camera recording from the last hour. Nobody deletes anything without my authorization.""
The officer hurried away.
I bent to retrieve Lily's bouquet. One stem had snapped, and the ribbon was tangled around the handle.
Lily had chosen white roses because my father used to grow them in his garden.
She had told me that she wanted something familiar with her as she walked toward her future.
Now I was holding what she'd left behind.
"She wouldn't leave without telling me," I whispered.
Detective Mitchell crouched beside me.
"Did she receive any threats?""
I showed her the photograph and the message.
*Ask your mother what she promised Daniel.*
The detective read it twice.
"Who sent this?""
"I don't know. The same person who's been sending me information about the trust.""
"Have you told anyone else about these messages?""
"Only you.""
She looked toward the elevators.
"Then someone is either watching you closely or has access to information from inside the hotel.""
A terrible possibility came to me.
"Daniel.""
"We'll establish where he is.""
I called Ethan.
He answered immediately.
"Margaret? Have you found Lily?""
"No. Where are you?""
"By the ballroom. I went to get her a bottle of water, and when I came back, the room was empty. Her mother-in-law said she went to speak to your mother.""
"Where's your mother now?""
"Looking for her.""
I swallowed hard.
"Ethan, listen carefully. Don't leave the hotel, and don't go anywhere alone. If Lily contacts you, tell her to call Detective Mitchell.""
"What happened?""
"I don't know yet.""
His voice broke.
"Margaret, please find her.""
I ended the call and turned to the detective.
"We need to find my mother.""
We discovered her in a small sitting room beside the hotel's garden entrance.
She was standing by the window, twisting a tissue between her fingers. When she saw us, she tried to smile.
"Have you found Lily?""
"Not yet," I said.
Her face crumpled.
"Oh, God.""
I stepped closer.
"Mom, what did you promise Daniel?""
The tissue stopped moving.
Detective Mitchell closed the door.
My mother looked from me to the detective.
"I don't know what you're talking about.""
I held up my phone.
The message was still on the screen.
"Someone thinks you made a promise to Daniel. What was it?""
My mother sat down slowly.
For a moment, I thought she might deny everything.
Instead, she covered her mouth.
"Thomas made me promise not to tell you.""
My knees weakened.
"Tell me what?""
She looked at Detective Mitchell.
"Am I in trouble?""
"That depends on what you tell us," the detective replied.
"Right now, our priority is finding Lily.""
My mother nodded, then stared at her hands.
"Four years ago, after Thomas died, Daniel came to see me. He said your father had been worried about his company and had made some arrangements that could ruin your marriage if they became public.""
"What arrangements?""
"He said Thomas had discovered financial irregularities. He told me that if the bank investigated, you could lose your home.""
I stared at her.
"And you believed him?""
"He showed me documents. I didn't understand them. I was frightened.""
"So what did you promise?""
My mother began to cry.
"Daniel asked me to keep quiet about a meeting I'd had with Thomas the evening before he died.""
The air seemed to leave the room.
"What meeting?""
"Your father called me to his house. He said he needed to tell me something important about Daniel. But when I arrived, Richard was already there.""
Detective Mitchell pulled out her notebook.
"What time was this?""
"About eight-thirty. Thomas was alive. He was angry, but he wasn't confused. He said he'd discovered someone had been moving money through a company connected to Daniel.""
"Did he name the company?"" I asked.
My mother shook her head.
"He said the documents were hidden somewhere Daniel would never think to look.""
I remembered the letter.
Find her before he does.
Evelyn Shaw.
"What happened next?""
"Richard left first. I stayed with Thomas for another twenty minutes. He asked me to promise that if anything happened to him, I would protect you and Lily.""
Her eyes filled.
"I told him I would.""
"And then?""
"I went home. Daniel called me later that night and said Thomas had died. The next morning, he came to my house and told me I must never mention the meeting.""
I felt sick.
"You kept this secret for four years.""
"I thought I was protecting you.""
"You were protecting Daniel.""
"I know.""
She reached for my hand.
I pulled away.
The pain in her face was immediate, but I couldn't comfort her. Not while Lily was missing.
"Did Daniel threaten you?"" I asked.
"He said that if I told anyone about the meeting, he'd make sure you lost everything. He showed me a document with your signature. He said you had already approved the transfer of your father's assets.""
"The signature was forged.""
"I understand that now.""
Detective Mitchell's radio crackled.
An officer's voice came through.
"We have a vehicle matching the description of a black SUV leaving the underground garage at 3:42 p.m. The rear passenger appears to be wearing a white dress.""
I grabbed the detective's arm.
"That's Lily.""
"Possibly," she said.
"We need confirmation.""
The officer continued.
"Vehicle registration belongs to Hayes Development. It's registered to Daniel Hayes.""
My mother made a strangled sound.
I felt the world narrow to one terrible fact.
My husband had taken our daughter.
Detective Mitchell was already moving toward the door.
"Get me the license plate and the full recording. Dispatch units to the registered address and notify the highway patrol.""
I followed her.
"Where would he take her?""
"Somewhere he believes he can control the situation.""
My phone rang.
Daniel.
I answered immediately.
"Where is Lily?""
He sounded irritated.
"She's safe.""
"Where are you?""
"That's not important.""
"Tell me where my daughter is!""
"She's with me. She's upset, and I thought it would be better to get her away from all this.""
"You kidnapped her!""
"Don't be ridiculous. She's my daughter.""
"She's an adult, Daniel!""
"Then perhaps you should stop treating her like a child and let her make her own decisions.""
I heard a door slam on his end.
Then Lily's voice, faint but unmistakable.
"Mom?""
I nearly collapsed with relief.
"Lily! Sweetheart, where are you?""
Daniel's voice cut in.
"She doesn't want to speak to you right now.""
"Put her on the phone!""
"No.""
"Daniel, if you hurt her—"
He laughed without humor.
"I am trying to save this family.""
The call disconnected.
Detective Mitchell took my phone.
"Did you hear anything in the background?""
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to remember.
A car door. A low mechanical hum. And, just before the call ended, a distant metallic bell.
I opened my eyes.
"The old Bennett estate," I whispered.
My father had owned a small property outside town, a converted farmhouse with a detached garage. Daniel had helped maintain it after my father's death, though he claimed it was too expensive to keep.
There was an old service bell beside the front entrance.
I told the detective.
She immediately relayed the address to dispatch.
As we hurried toward the hotel lobby, my phone vibrated one more time.
May you like
A message from the unknown number.
*Daniel isn't the only one at the estate. Richard got there first.*