Chapter 6
Police found Ryan’s car abandoned near the river.
There was blood on the passenger seat.
For six hours, no one knew whether Victor was alive.
Diane went on television and accused me of arranging his disappearance.
She said I had manipulated an unstable old man into lying about his own family.
Ryan was missing too.
His attorney claimed he feared for his life.
I knew better.
Ryan was running because Victor had evidence that could send both him and Diane to prison.
At three in the morning, someone knocked on my father’s back door.
The security officer raised his weapon.
A weak voice called my name.
It was Victor.
He collapsed when we opened the door.
Blood covered the side of his shirt.
A bullet had grazed his ribs.
At the hospital, Victor told police that Ryan had forced him into the car outside the motel.
“He wanted the original recorder,” Victor said.
“Did you give it to him?” Detective Hale asked.
“I told him it was in Claire’s house.”
My heart dropped.
Victor apologized.
“I needed him to take me somewhere public. When he stopped for gas, I escaped.”
The police rushed to my house.
The back door had been forced open.
Ryan was gone.
So was the locked box containing my mother’s original property documents.
He had taken her journals, tax records, and the certified copy of her will.
But he missed one thing.
A small envelope had fallen behind the cabinet.
Inside was a key.
I recognized the number stamped on it.
My mother had kept a safe-deposit box at a downtown bank.
I thought it had been closed after her death.
The bank manager confirmed that the box still existed.
My father was listed as the second authorized person.
He had never told me.
Inside, we found a handwritten statement from my mother.
If anything happens to me, Diane Carter is responsible.
My mother described the theft at their old company.
She also wrote that Diane had contacted her years later and demanded money.
When my mother refused, Diane promised to take the house through me.
The final page mentioned Ryan.
Diane showed me a photograph of her son. She said he was charming and patient. She said one day my daughter would hand him everything willingly.
My hands shook so badly I could barely hold the paper.
My marriage had been planned before Ryan and I ever met.
There was one more item in the box.
A flash drive.
It contained copies of company records proving Diane’s old theft.
It also held a video my mother had recorded shortly before her death.
She looked tired, but her voice was strong.
“Claire, if you are watching this, I failed to protect you from a mistake I made.”
She explained that she had remained silent to protect Victor.
Victor had helped expose Diane, and Diane threatened his children in return.
“I thought silence would end it,” my mother said. “Silence only taught her that fear worked.”
I began crying.
Then my mother looked directly into the camera.
“Do not protect people who hurt you simply because they call themselves family.”
The video ended.
My phone rang.
Ryan.
I answered before Hale could stop me.
“Where are you?”
“At our house,” he said.
“No, you’re not.”
“I mean the house where we were happy.”
I knew the place.
Ryan was calling from the cabin where he proposed to me.
“Bring the flash drive,” he said.
“And if I refuse?”
“I have the original marriage agreement.”
“We never signed a marriage agreement.”
“You signed more than you remember.”
A photograph appeared on my phone.
It showed a document bearing my signature.
According to it, I had transferred half the house to Ryan three days after our wedding.
“If I go down,” he whispered, “you lose the house with me.”
Then another photograph arrived.
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Megan was tied to a chair behind him.
“Come alone,” Ryan said. “Or my sister pays for betraying us.”
