Chapter 4: The Truth Buried Underneath
Sarah had learned something important about secrets.
They didn’t disappear.
They waited.
Sometimes for years.
Sometimes under layers of lies, paperwork, and fear.
But eventually, someone found the edge of the truth and pulled.
Mrs. Evelyn Jackson sat in the police interview room three hours later, holding a cup of coffee she never drank.
She looked tired.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
Like she had carried a story for too long.
“Mrs. Jackson,” Sarah said gently, “I need you to tell me everything you remember.””
The woman looked at the table.
“I should’ve said something sooner.””
Sarah didn’t interrupt.
“I kept telling myself I didn’t know enough.””
“That’s common.””
“No.””
Mrs. Jackson shook her head.
“I knew.””
The admission hung in the room.
“I knew that boy was in trouble.””
Sarah leaned forward.
“What did you see?””
Mrs. Jackson took a breath.
“Danielle came to my house one night.””
“When?””
“About two years ago.””
Sarah listened carefully.
“She was crying. She had Elijah with her.””
“Elijah?””
“Yes.””
The woman smiled sadly.
“He was such a sweet little boy.””
“What did Danielle say?””
“She said Rick found out she was planning to leave.””
Sarah wrote that down.
“Did she say why she was afraid?””
Mrs. Jackson nodded.
“She told me Rick had been using different names.””
Sarah looked up.
“Different names?””
“Yes.””
“Did she mention any others?””
Mrs. Jackson closed her eyes.
“I remember one.””
She opened them.
“Marcus Hale.””
Sarah felt a chill.
“Why does that name matter?””
“Because Danielle said another woman had been looking for her child.””
Martinez, sitting beside Sarah, immediately started typing.
“What child?””
Mrs. Jackson looked toward the glass window.
“A little girl.””
Sarah’s heart sank.
“Was she missing?””
Mrs. Jackson nodded.
“Danielle said Rick knew where she was.””
The room became silent.
Sarah stood.
“Martinez.””
He was already moving.
“I’ll check.””
While Martinez searched records, Sarah returned to Noah.
He was awake now.
Sitting on the hospital bed in the children’s area.
A nurse had given him a stuffed dog.
He held it tightly.
“Hey,” Sarah said.
Noah looked up.
“Did you find my mom?””
The question almost broke her.
Sarah sat beside him.
“Not yet.””
His face fell.
“But we’re looking.””
He nodded.
“Is Rick coming back?””
Sarah hesitated.
That hesitation told Noah enough.
“He is.””
“We’re not going to let him hurt you.””
Noah looked at the stuffed dog.
“He always comes back.””
Sarah studied him.
“What do you mean?””
The boy whispered.
“When people try to help me.””
Sarah’s chest tightened.
“What people?””
Noah looked confused.
“Sometimes I remember.””
“Remember what?””
“Other kids.””
Sarah stayed quiet.
“Rick said they were bad kids.””
“Were they?””
Noah shook his head.
“They were scared.””
A few minutes later, Martinez rushed in.
“Sarah.””
She stood immediately.
“What?””
“We found Marcus Hale.””
“Who is he?””
Martinez handed her a file.
“He’s another name Rick Carter used.””
Sarah opened it.
Inside was a photo.
Same man.
Different name.
Different state.
Different child.
Her hands tightened around the paper.
“Tell me.””
Martinez swallowed.
“Marcus Hale was investigated six years ago after his girlfriend’s son went missing.””
Sarah stared.
“Missing?””
“Yes.””
“What happened?””
“The case went cold.””
“And the child?””
Martinez looked at her.
“Never found.””
Sarah felt the room spin slightly.
A pattern.
Years.
Children.
Names changed.
Lives erased.
Then her phone rang.
Unknown number.
She answered.
“Officer Mitchell.””
At first, there was only silence.
Then a voice.
A child’s voice.
“Are you the lady helping Noah?””
Sarah froze.
“Yes. Who is this?””
The child whispered.
“He knows you found the room.””
Sarah stood.
“Who knows?””
A pause.
Then:
“Rick.””
The call ended.
Sarah immediately looked at Martinez.
“Trace it.””
He grabbed the phone.
But Sarah already knew.
Rick Carter wasn’t running away.
He wasn’t hiding.
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He was watching.
And somewhere out there, another child knew exactly what he was capable of.
