Chapter 8: What Was Hidden Behind the Deed

I read the message again.

Unit 17. Tonight. Come alone.

Then I looked at Vanessa.

“What is written on the back of the deed?””

She shook her head.

“I don't know.””

“Stop saying that.””

“Marcus, I'm telling you the truth. Daniel never showed me the original. He only said there was a handwritten statement on the back, and that your father had used it to hide the real ownership of the property.””

“What property?””

She looked at Loretta.

My mother closed her eyes.

I turned toward her.

“Mom?””

She sat down on the stool, pressing the receipt between her fingers.

“Your father bought land before you were born,” she said.

“A small piece of commercial property on the edge of town. He and Daniel planned to develop it together.””

I frowned.

“Dad never owned commercial property.””

“He did. Or at least, he believed he did.””

“What happened?””

Loretta took a shaky breath.

“Your father invested nearly everything he had saved. Daniel handled the contracts. When the business failed, your father was told the property had been sold to pay off debts.””

I looked at the photocopy.

“Was it?””

“We don't know.””

Vanessa spoke quietly.

“Daniel claims the sale was never completed. He says your father hid the deed and used the property as collateral for something else.””

I stared at her.

“Something else?””

“He wouldn't tell me.””

I ran a hand over my face.

For eight years, I had believed my father's final years had been simple: retirement, illness, and a sudden death that none of us had expected. Now every memory seemed to contain a missing piece.

I remembered him sitting at the kitchen table with bills spread before him. I remembered him refusing to discuss money. I remembered him telling me that a man's name was worth more than anything he could own.

At the time, I had thought he was offering ordinary fatherly advice.

Now I wondered whether he had been warning me.

“Why would Daniel need me?”” I asked.

Vanessa looked at the floor.

“Because the property documents were changed after your father died.””

“Changed how?””

“Daniel says your father transferred his interest to you.””

I stared at her.

“What?””

“He says you're the legal owner of whatever remains.””

I laughed, but there was no humor in it.

“I've never signed anything.””

“Daniel said the transfer was arranged before your father died.””

“Then where is the proof?””

“In the original deed.””

I looked at the brass key.

“Which is in Unit 17.””

Vanessa nodded.

“And that's why he wants it.””

My mother reached for my hand.

“Your father didn't trust him anymore. Whatever is in that unit, you need to be careful.””

I looked at her.

“Why didn't you tell me about the land?””

“Because I didn't know it still existed. Your father said the matter had been settled.””

“Settled how?””

She shook her head.

“He never explained.””

I walked to the garage door and looked out toward the bright driveway. My car sat where I'd parked it. Beyond the open doorway, the suburban street remained quiet.

I could call the police.

I could report the threats, the unauthorized access, and the photographs of my safe. I could preserve the security footage and let someone investigate Daniel's identity.

But I still didn't know what the man wanted.

And I didn't know whether the documents in Unit 17 could explain why my father had spent his final days frightened of someone he once trusted.

I wasn't going to walk into an unknown situation alone just because an anonymous message demanded it.

I returned to the workbench.

“I'm not going anywhere tonight without making copies of everything,” I said.

Vanessa nodded quickly.

“I'll help.””

I looked at her.

“You don't get to decide how this proceeds.””

She lowered her head.

“I understand.””

“No, Vanessa. You understand that you've been caught. That's different.””

She swallowed and said nothing.

I photographed the receipt, the note, the photocopy, and the handwritten letter. Then I saved the security clips to a separate account and sent copies to an email address Daniel couldn't access.

Loretta watched me work.

When I finished, I turned toward her.

“Is there anything else Dad left behind?””

She hesitated.

That hesitation made my heart sink.

“Mom.””

She reached into her handbag again.

This time, she removed a small silver watch.

My father's watch.

I'd thought it had been buried with him.

I stared at it.

“Why do you have that?””

“Your father gave it to me the morning he died. He said to keep it safe until I understood what it meant.””

I took it carefully.

The watch was old, with a scratched face and a leather strap worn thin at the edges. I turned it over.

On the back, beneath the engraved initials of my father, was a tiny number.

17.

I looked at the key.

Then at the watch.

“Did you ever open the watch?””

Loretta shook her head.

“I didn't even know there was anything to open.””

I examined the back more closely. A narrow seam ran around the metal casing, almost invisible beneath the scratches.

I pressed the edge gently.

Nothing happened.

Vanessa leaned forward.

“Try turning the crown.””

I looked at her.

“Why?””

“Daniel told me your father used to hide things inside ordinary objects. He said the watch might be important.””

I stared at her for a long moment.

“You knew this and didn't tell me?””

“I didn't know about the number. I only knew what Daniel said.””

I turned the crown.

A faint click sounded inside the watch.

The back panel loosened.

Inside, beneath the movement, was a tiny folded strip of paper.

I lifted it out with trembling fingers.

The paper was so small that my father's handwriting nearly filled the entire surface.

Three words.

*ASK ABOUT ELIJAH.*

I read them aloud.

“Who is Elijah?””

Loretta went rigid.

Vanessa slowly sat down.

Neither woman looked at me.

I felt my pulse beating in my throat.

“Who is Elijah?””

My mother pressed her hands together.

“Your father had a brother.””

I stared at her.

“No, he didn't.””

“He did.””

“Dad was an only child.””

“That is what he told everyone.””

The room seemed to lose its shape around me.

My father had never mentioned a brother. Not once in my forty-two years. There were no photographs, no holiday stories, no old family arguments.

No relative who called on birthdays. No name I had ever heard at Thanksgiving.

I looked at the note again.

“Why would he hide his own brother?””

Loretta began to cry.

“Because Elijah was the reason everything happened.””

My mouth went dry.

“What happened?””

She looked at the open watch in my hand.

“Your father and Daniel built their business around a third person. Someone whose name was removed from every document after the partnership collapsed.””

“Elijah?””

She nodded.

“Your father spent years trying to protect him.””

“Protect him from Daniel?””

“I don't know.””

I took a step backward.

“Mom, you knew about this entire time?””

“I knew there had been a brother. I didn't know where he went. Your father told me that if Elijah ever came back, I was to keep you away from him.””

The same warning as the photograph.

If he returns, don't trust him.

But that photograph showed Daniel, not Elijah.

I looked between my mother and my wife.

“One of you is still hiding something.””

Vanessa shook her head.

“Marcus, I swear—”

My phone rang.

The unknown number.

I answered without speaking.

For several seconds, all I heard was breathing.

Then a man's voice came through, low and unmistakably familiar from the security recordings.

“Marcus Bennett?””

I tightened my grip on the phone.

“Who is this?””

“You have something that belongs to me.””

“Daniel?””

A pause.

Then a quiet laugh.

“Your father always said you were smarter than you looked.””

I felt my blood turn cold.

“Why are you doing this?””

“Because your father made a promise he never kept.””

“What promise?””

Another pause.

Then Daniel spoke slowly.

“Ask your mother why she was at the hospital the night your father died.””

I looked at Loretta.

She had gone white.

Daniel continued.

“Ask her who signed the papers that let me disappear.””

The call ended.

I lowered the phone.

My mother began to shake.

“Marcus,” she whispered, “there's something I never told you about that night.””

I looked at her.

“Tell me.””

She stared at the front door as if someone might be standing outside.

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