Chapter 9: The Security Footage Revealed the Missing Piece
Darkness swallowed the living room.
Someone screamed.
A chair crashed against the floor.
I reached for Olivia's hand.
“Don't move!””
“Emily?””
“I'm here!””
A second later, the emergency lights flickered on.
The fireplace continued burning.
But Vanessa was gone.
So was Thomas.
My father rushed toward the front door.
“Security!””
Two guards appeared from the hallway.
“Sir?””
“Lock every gate. Nobody leaves this property.””
Robert was already calling the police.
Margaret stood beside the sofa, shaking.
I looked toward the fireplace.
The documents had burned almost completely.
“Is there anything left?”” I asked.
Margaret knelt and carefully moved a blackened piece of paper with the end of a fireplace tool.
“Some of the records were copies,” she said.
“But the most important document is still somewhere else.””
“Where?””
“In the security room.””
My father turned.
“What document?””
“The original visitor log from the night Catherine disappeared.””
He stared at her.
“Why would that be in the security room?””
“Because someone removed it from the house but never destroyed it.””
My father looked toward the hallway.
“Show me.””
We followed Margaret down a narrow corridor to the security office.
The room was small, with several monitors mounted on the wall. A row of recording equipment sat beneath them.
My father switched on the main computer.
“Where is the visitor log?””
Margaret pointed toward a locked cabinet.
“Inside.””
My father tried his key.
It didn't work.
“Who changed this lock?””
Margaret shook her head.
“I don't know.””
I examined the cabinet.
There was a small digital keypad.
Four numbers.
I thought about the date my mother disappeared.
Then I entered it.
The cabinet clicked open.
Inside was a thick black binder.
My father pulled it out.
The first pages contained routine visitor records.
Delivery drivers.
Housekeepers.
Maintenance workers.
Then we reached the date my mother disappeared.
The final entry was written in red ink.
*11:48 PM — Private Medical Transport.*
Below it was a signature.
Thomas Reed.
My father stared at the name.
“Reed?””
Robert leaned closer.
“Thomas's surname is Reed?””
“Yes,” my father said.
“I hired him through Daniel's agency. I never asked about his family.””
Margaret shook her head.
“Thomas is Daniel's younger brother.””
I looked at her.
“What?””
She nodded.
“They have been working together for years.””
My father sank into the chair.
“Daniel placed his own brother in my house.””
I flipped through the remaining pages.
A second entry caught my attention.
*12:16 AM — Visitor: Unknown.*
There was a handwritten note beside it.
Authorized by A.C.
I stared at the initials.
“Dad?””
He leaned over.
“I didn't authorize anyone that night.””
Margaret studied the writing.
“Arthur, this isn't your signature.””
Robert examined it.
“It's an imitation.””
“Who signed it?”” I asked.
Margaret looked at the page.
Then her face changed.
“This handwriting…”
She moved closer.
“It's Vanessa's.””
My father closed his eyes.
For a moment, the only sound was the hum of the computer.
Then the security monitor suddenly flickered.
A new recording appeared.
It was footage from the night my mother disappeared.
A woman in a long coat entered the hallway.
She was pushing a wheelchair.
A second figure followed.
My mother.
She looked weak and barely conscious.
The woman stopped beneath the staircase and spoke to someone outside the camera's view.
The audio was faint, but the words were clear enough.
“She's ready.””
A man's voice answered.
“Where do you want her?””
The woman turned slightly.
I saw her face.
Margaret.
My stomach dropped.
I looked at her.
“You said you helped Mom escape.””
Margaret didn't answer.
On the screen, the man pushed the wheelchair toward the back entrance.
Margaret stood watching.
Then another person entered the frame.
Vanessa.
She handed the man a large envelope.
He nodded and continued pushing my mother outside.
The footage ended.
My father slowly turned toward Margaret.
“You told us you rescued Catherine.””
Margaret began crying.
“I did.””
“Then why were you helping Vanessa move her?””
Margaret looked at the screen.
“Because that was the only way I could get her out of the house without raising suspicion.””
Robert frowned.
“Why didn't you explain that earlier?””
“Because I was afraid.””
My father stepped closer.
“Afraid of whom?””
Margaret looked at me.
“Your grandmother.””
I stared at her.
“My grandmother died before I was born.””
Margaret shook her head.
“No, Emily. Your father's mother is very much alive.””
My father looked stunned.
“My mother?””
“Yes.””
“But she lives in the countryside. She hasn't been involved in the business for years.””
Margaret opened the black binder again.
She removed a folded letter from the back pocket.
It was dated seven years earlier.
The signature at the bottom belonged to Eleanor Carter.
My father's mother.
I read the first paragraph.
Vanessa has been useful, but she is becoming difficult to control. Daniel understands what must be done. Arthur must remain unaware until the transfer is complete.
My father looked as though someone had struck him.
“My mother?””
Margaret nodded.
“Eleanor was the person who introduced Vanessa to Daniel. She knew about the affair. She knew about the forged documents. And she approved the plan to remove Catherine.””
I couldn't believe it.
My grandmother had attended my birthday parties.
She had hugged me at Christmas.
She had once given me a necklace that I still kept in my bedroom.
“Why would she do that?”” I whispered.
Margaret looked at me.
“Because Catherine's trust threatened the inheritance she believed belonged to her family.””
My father shook his head.
“That's impossible. My mother loved Catherine.””
“She loved what Catherine brought into the family. But she never accepted that your wife had independent control over the company shares.””
Robert examined the letter.
“Arthur, this could explain the ownership fraud.””
My father took the document.
His hands were trembling.
Then another monitor flashed.
The security system displayed a notification.
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A live camera feed opened.
It showed the mansion's rear entrance.
A black sedan was parked outside.
The driver's door opened.
An elderly woman stepped out.
She wore a cream-colored coat and carried a silver walking stick.
My father stared at the screen.
“Mother…”
Eleanor Carter looked directly into the security camera.
Then she raised one hand.
She was holding a photograph.
The image zoomed in.
It showed my mother, Olivia, and me standing together.
A photograph that had never been taken.
My grandmother smiled.
Then the security system's speakers crackled.
Her voice filled the room.
“Arthur, darling. I think it's time we stopped pretending.””
My father grabbed the microphone.
“Mother, what have you done?””
Eleanor tilted her head.
“Something your father should have done years ago.””
“What does that mean?””
She looked directly into the camera.
Then she said:
“Your mother didn't die naturally, Arthur.””
My father stopped breathing.
Eleanor continued.
“And Catherine knows exactly who killed her.””
The screen went black.
A second later, my phone vibrated.
A message appeared from an unknown number.
It contained a photograph of my mother sitting in a hospital bed.
Beneath it were seven words.
*Your mother has twenty-four hours left.*
I looked at my father.
He looked at Olivia.
And for the first time, all three of us understood the same terrible thing.
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We hadn't been searching for someone who needed rescuing.
We had been racing against someone who had already decided how her story would end.
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