Chapter 10: The Secret Inside Unit 417
My father's death had always been painful.
Now it was becoming something else.
A question.
A possibility.
A crime someone had spent four years trying to hide.
I stood in the living room, holding the silver storage key, while Daniel repeatedly told everyone not to make any sudden decisions.
“Thomas could be bluffing,” he said.
Richard shook his head.
“He isn't.””
“How can you be sure?”” I asked.
“Because your father was terrified during the final weeks of his life. I've known him for thirty years. He wasn't afraid of losing money. He was afraid of someone getting close to his family.””
My mother sat quietly on the sofa.
Her hands were folded tightly in her lap.
“Your father told me he was being followed,” she whispered.
I turned toward her.
“What?””
She nodded.
“Three days before he died, he came home late. His shirt was wet from the rain, and he kept checking the windows.””
“Why didn't you tell me?””
“He made me promise not to frighten you.””
I knelt beside her.
“Mom, we're past the point of keeping secrets.””
She looked at me.
“Your father said he had discovered something terrible about Thomas. He said Thomas wasn't acting alone.””
Daniel immediately stopped writing.
“Did he mention anyone else?””
Mom shook her head.
“No. But he said someone close to us had helped him.””
I looked toward Sofia.
She was sitting near the staircase, silent.
“Did Thomas ever tell you about another person?”” I asked her.
She shook her head.
Then, after a moment, she whispered, “He mentioned a doctor.””
Richard looked up.
“What doctor?””
“I don't know his name. Thomas said he had someone who could make certain medical records disappear.””
My stomach tightened.
My father had died in the hospital after a sudden cardiac event.
The doctors had said his heart had simply failed.
But he had been recovering from a relatively minor procedure.
I'd never questioned it.
“Which hospital?”” Daniel asked.
“St. Mary's Medical Center,” my mother answered.
Daniel nodded slowly.
“We'll need the medical records and the official cause-of-death documentation. But first, we're going to the storage facility.””
Richard insisted on coming with us.
Daniel arranged for a colleague to accompany us, and my sister stayed with Mom and Leo.
Before leaving, I crouched beside my son.
“Grandma and Aunt Isabel are staying here. You listen to them, okay?””
Leo nodded.
“Are you going to find the bad man?””
I swallowed.
“I'm going to find the truth.””
He hugged me.
“Bring Grandpa's things home.””
I kissed his forehead.
“I will.””
The storage facility was twenty minutes away.
It sat behind a row of warehouses, surrounded by a tall metal fence and security cameras.
The manager, a middle-aged woman named Patricia, met us at the entrance.
“Unit 417?”” she asked after checking the key.
“Yes,” Daniel replied.
She examined the authorization records.
“That's strange.””
“What?”” I asked.
“The unit was marked as inactive four years ago. But according to the system, someone accessed it again six months ago.””
Richard stepped forward.
“Who?””
Patricia checked the screen.
“An individual named Thomas Bennett.””
I felt my jaw tighten.
“Did he remove anything?””
“Not according to our records.””
She led us down a narrow corridor.
The fluorescent lights flickered overhead.
Unit 417 was at the very end.
Patricia inserted her master key.
I used my father's silver key.
The lock turned.
The door rolled upward.
Inside was a small metal shelving unit, several cardboard boxes, and an old wooden filing cabinet.
A layer of dust covered almost everything.
Except one box.
It had been opened recently.
Daniel photographed the room before anyone touched anything.
Richard walked toward the filing cabinet.
“Your father kept original business records in these.””
I opened the first box.
Inside were property deeds, partnership agreements, bank statements, and several photographs.
Then I found a brown envelope.
My father's handwriting was across the front.
For Mateo. If Thomas has come this far, don't trust anyone who asks you to keep quiet.
I opened it.
Inside was a small digital recorder and a handwritten note.
The recording explains the company. The blue folder explains my death.
My hands began trembling.
“There's a recording.””
Daniel examined the device.
“We'll preserve this properly.””
Richard opened another box.
“Mateo, come look at this.””
Inside were medical documents.
Hospital admission forms.
Discharge instructions.
Medication records.
And a report from a private cardiologist.
The date was two weeks before my father's death.
The report stated that my father had been experiencing symptoms consistent with an abnormal heart rhythm.
But the doctor's recommendation was clear.
He was considered stable and was not expected to experience an immediate medical emergency.
I stared at the paper.
“He was stable.””
Richard nodded.
“That's what he told me.””
I picked up another document.
It was a hospital medication administration record.
One medication had been changed shortly before my father died.
The handwritten authorization carried a doctor's signature.
Daniel leaned closer.
“Do you recognize this name?””
I read it.
Dr. Andrew Miller.
I didn't know him.
Richard did.
His face changed.
“That's the doctor Thomas mentioned.””
Before we could discuss it further, Patricia returned.
“Mr. Reyes?””
I turned.
“Yes?””
“There's something you should know.””
She held out a printed access log.
“Someone tried to open this unit yesterday.””
“Who?””
She pointed to the entry.
The access request had been made under a visitor identification number.
The name was partially visible.
*Sofia Reyes.*
I stared at the paper.
“She came here yesterday?””
Patricia nodded.
“But the key didn't work because the lock had been changed.””
I looked toward Richard.
“Why would she come here?””
He didn't answer.
Daniel turned toward Sofia's name.
“Did she remove anything?””
“No. The security system recorded her leaving after approximately four minutes.””
I felt my stomach tighten.
She had known about the storage unit.
She had known my father left something inside.
And she had tried to get there before us.
Daniel instructed Patricia to preserve the footage and access records.
Then he examined the second box.
Inside was a blue folder.
The same kind Leo had mentioned.
I opened it carefully.
The first page was a medical report.
The second was a printed email between Thomas Bennett and Dr. Andrew Miller.
The third was a bank transfer.
A payment of $75,000.
The recipient was a private medical consulting company owned by Dr. Miller.
The date was two days before my father's death.
I felt my stomach turn.
Daniel read the email.
Then he looked at Richard.
“We need to contact the authorities immediately.””
I nodded.
But before we could leave, I noticed a small photograph tucked inside the folder.
It showed my father sitting in a hospital room.
He was awake.
His expression was serious.
On the back, he had written:
If something happens to me, remember that I did not refuse treatment.
I stared at those words.
My father had known something was wrong.
He had known someone might interfere with his medical care.
And he had left evidence.
Then the digital recorder suddenly lit up.
A red indicator flashed.
Someone had already recorded a new message onto it.
I pressed play.
Static filled the room.
Then my father's voice emerged.
Weak.
Tired.
But unmistakably his.
“Mateo, if you're hearing this, I wasn't able to tell you everything in person.””
I closed my eyes.
“Thomas is not the only person involved. The person you must be careful of is…”
The recording stopped.
Daniel pressed the button again.
Nothing.
Richard examined the device.
“The file may be damaged.””
I stared at the recorder.
My father's final warning had been cut off.
Then Patricia called from the doorway.
“Mr. Reyes, there's another issue.””
“What?””
She held up a photograph from the security camera.
It showed someone entering the storage facility the previous evening.
The person's face was partially hidden beneath a baseball cap.
But I recognized the coat.
The same dark coat Sofia had worn at our family dinner.
And the person wasn't alone.
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Standing beside her was a man I had never expected to see.
*Dr. Andrew Miller.*
