Chapter 8 - THE DETECTIVE’S SECRET
Monroe did not move.
Her weapon remained pointed toward the floor.
Julian stepped between her and Evelyn.
Thomas backed toward the wall.
Evelyn stared at the message.
MONROE IS WITH THEM.
Monroe finally spoke.
“Everybody stay calm.”
Julian laughed without humor.
“That’s convenient.”
Monroe looked at him.
“Move.”
“No.”
“Julian.”
“You knew about the vault.”
“I learned about it tonight.”
“Did you?”
“Yes.”
Thomas stared at her.
“Show us your phone.”
Monroe’s expression hardened.
“No.”
Julian laughed.
“That seems familiar.”
Evelyn studied Monroe.
The detective had been the most controlled person in the room all night.
Now something had changed.
Not panic.
Calculation.
“Who is ‘them’?”
Evelyn asked.
Monroe looked at her.
“I don’t know.”
“Do you know Martin Hale?”
“No.”
“Martin Carter?”
“No.”
Thomas stepped closer.
“Walter Whitmore?”
Monroe looked at him.
“He’s dead.”
“That wasn’t the question.”
Monroe’s jaw tightened.
“I never met Walter Whitmore.”
Thomas stared at her.
Then something changed in his face.
“What?”
Evelyn asked.
Thomas looked at Monroe’s hand.
A ring.
Simple gold.
Almost invisible.
Thomas pointed.
“Where did you get that?”
Monroe looked down.
“My father.”
Thomas went pale.
“What was his name?”
“That is none of your business.”
Thomas whispered.
“Robert Monroe.”
The detective froze.
Julian looked between them.
“You know her father?”
Thomas stared at Monroe.
“Robert Monroe was the first detective assigned to Daniel’s crash.”
Evelyn’s stomach dropped.
Monroe said nothing.
Julian stepped closer.
“Your father investigated my father’s death?”
“Yes.”
“You said you knew nothing about my family.”
“I said I never met Walter.”
“That’s not the same thing.”
“No.”
Monroe’s voice hardened.
“It isn’t.”
Evelyn stared at her.
“Why didn’t you tell us?”
“Because my father’s career has nothing to do with tonight.”
Thomas laughed.
“Everything has to do with tonight.”
Monroe turned toward him.
“My father died twelve years ago.”
“So did half the people connected to these records.”
Monroe’s eyes narrowed.
“Careful.”
Thomas stepped closer.
“Did he tell you what he did?”
“My father was a good cop.”
“Your father closed Daniel Whitmore’s case in forty-eight hours.”
Julian stared at Monroe.
“What?”
Thomas continued.
“No toxicology review.”
“No mechanical inspection.”
“No reconstruction.”
“No second vehicle.”
Monroe looked at him.
“You’re quoting allegations.”
“I’m quoting the file.”
Julian’s voice shook.
“My father’s death was covered up.”
Monroe stared at him.
“I don’t know.”
“Your father signed the report.”
“Yes.”
“And you never thought that was relevant?”
Monroe’s expression finally cracked.
“You think I asked for this case?”
Nobody answered.
“I was called to a hotel because someone reported an assault.”
She pointed at Julian.
“You admitted it.”
Then Evelyn.
“A child had allegedly been framed.”
Then Thomas.
“And suddenly I’m standing underground listening to a thirty-one-year-old recording connected to a case my dead father investigated.”
She took a breath.
“I did not know.”
Evelyn watched her carefully.
She believed part of it.
But not all.
“Your phone.”
Monroe looked at her.
“What?”
“Show us.”
“I’m a police detective.”
“And I’m a mother whose child was framed tonight.”
Evelyn stepped closer.
“I don’t care about your title.”
Monroe stared at her.
Several seconds passed.
Then she pulled out her phone.
She unlocked it.
She handed it to Evelyn.
“Look.”
Evelyn took it.
Recent calls.
Dispatch.
Her lieutenant.
Hotel security.
Unknown number.
Evelyn stopped.
“This.”
Monroe looked.
The unknown number had called three times.
“When?”
Thomas asked.
Evelyn checked.
First call.
7:42 p.m.
Before Julian accused Lily.
Second.
8:16.
During the confrontation.
Third.
8:51.
Minutes before they entered the vault.
Evelyn looked at Monroe.
“Who is it?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you answer?”
“The first call.”
“What did they say?”
Monroe hesitated.
Julian stepped forward.
“What did they say?”
Monroe exhaled.
“A man told me not to trust Thomas Whitmore.”
Thomas laughed.
“There it is.”
“I thought it was a crank call.”
“What else?”
Monroe looked at Evelyn.
“He said the woman with the child would lead me to the truth.”
Evelyn froze.
“What?”
“He knew about Lily.”
“Yes.”
“And you didn’t mention this?”
“I was trying to determine who was manipulating us.”
Thomas shook his head.
“You were being manipulated.”
Monroe stared at the blood message.
“Maybe.”
Evelyn looked at the unknown number.
“Call it.”
Monroe took the phone.
She dialed.
Everyone listened.
One ring.
Two.
Three.
Someone answered.
No voice.
Monroe put it on speaker.
“Who is this?”
Silence.
Then breathing.
Thomas whispered.
“Martin?”
A man laughed quietly.
Evelyn felt cold.
Then he spoke.
“Hello, Rachel.”
Monroe’s face changed.
“You know me.”
“I knew your father.”
Thomas closed his eyes.
Martin.
Monroe’s voice hardened.
“Where are you?”
“Close.”
“Are you injured?”
A pause.
“Yes.”
“Did you write the message?”
“Yes.”
Monroe stared at the wall.
“Why?”
“Because your father was with them.”
Monroe’s face tightened.
“My father is dead.”
“I know.”
“He was not corrupt.”
Martin laughed bitterly.
“That’s what daughters are supposed to believe.”
Monroe’s hand trembled.
“Where are you?”
“You’re asking the wrong question.”
“What should I ask?”
“Why did Robert Monroe keep Daniel Whitmore’s watch?”
Julian froze.
“What watch?”
Martin continued.
“Gold.”
“Black face.”
“D.W. engraved on the back.”
Julian’s face went white.
“My father wore that watch every day.”
Monroe stared at the phone.
Martin continued.
“Ask Rachel where it is.”
Every face turned toward her.
Monroe whispered.
“I don’t know.”
Martin laughed.
“Yes, you do.”
“No.”
“Your father gave it to you.”
Monroe stopped breathing.
Thomas stared.
Monroe whispered.
“He gave me a watch.”
Julian stepped closer.
“Where is it?”
“At my house.”
“Is it gold?”
“Yes.”
“Black face?”
Monroe closed her eyes.
“Yes.”
Julian looked like he had been struck.
Martin’s voice continued.
“Robert took it from Daniel’s body before the official recovery team arrived.”
Monroe shook her head.
“No.”
“He took the watch.”
“No.”
“He took the second ledger.”
“No.”
“And he took money.”
Monroe shouted.
“YOU’RE LYING!”
The echo traveled through the tunnel.
Silence followed.
Martin finally spoke.
“Ask Eleanor.”
Evelyn’s heart stopped.
Monroe stared at the phone.
“What?”
“She paid him.”
Thomas whispered.
“Oh, God.”
Martin continued.
“Eleanor paid Robert Monroe twenty-five thousand dollars.”
Julian looked sick.
“For what?”
“To change the crash report.”
Monroe leaned against the wall.
“No.”
Martin’s voice softened.
“I’m sorry, Rachel.”
She looked like she might collapse.
Then Martin said.
“But your father regretted it.”
Monroe looked up.
“What?”
“He kept the watch because Daniel hid something inside it.”
Julian froze.
“What?”
Martin coughed.
He sounded weak.
“Your father knew someone was following him.”
“Where are you?”
“Find the watch.”
“Martin.”
“The watch has the missing name.”
Evelyn stared at the cassette recorder.
The erased section.
The person helping Walter.
Julian grabbed the phone.
“Was it my mother?”
Martin did not answer.
“Was Eleanor helping my grandfather?”
Silence.
“ANSWER ME!”
Martin whispered.
“No.”
Julian froze.
Thomas looked at Eleanor’s absence as if she were standing there.
“Then who?”
Martin breathed heavily.
“Someone much worse.”
The call disconnected.
Monroe immediately called back.
Nothing.
She tried again.
Nothing.
Julian turned toward the tunnel.
“We find him.”
Monroe held up a hand.
“No.”
“You heard him.”
“Yes.”
“He’s injured.”
“And whoever injured him may still be here.”
Thomas looked at the blood trail.
“Martin wrote that message after he was hurt.”
Evelyn stared at the wall.
Something bothered her.
“Why blood?”
Everyone looked at her.
“What?”
Julian asked.
“If Martin had a phone…”
Evelyn pointed at the message.
“Why write this?”
Nobody answered.
“He called Monroe.”
Thomas slowly understood.
“He didn’t need to leave a message on a wall.”
“Exactly.”
Evelyn stepped closer.
“And how did he know we would come through this passage?”
Monroe stared at the words.
Julian’s expression changed.
“He didn’t write it.”
Monroe immediately raised her weapon.
Thomas looked toward the darkness.
The lights went out.
Complete darkness.
Evelyn heard Julian swear.
Someone grabbed her.
She reacted instantly.
Elbow backward.
A grunt.
“Evelyn!”
Julian.
“Don’t touch me!”
“That wasn’t me!”
A gunshot exploded.
Loud.
Too loud.
Someone screamed.
Monroe shouted.
“DOWN!”
Evelyn dropped.
Another shot.
Then footsteps.
Running.
Metal slammed somewhere in the tunnel.
Emergency lights flickered on.
Red.
Dim.
Evelyn looked around.
Julian was on the floor.
Thomas was against the wall.
Monroe stood with her weapon raised.
One officer was bleeding from his shoulder.
But someone else was there.
A man lay near the maintenance stairs.
Gray hair.
Dark suit.
No red tie.
Thomas stared.
“Martin.”
Evelyn looked at him.
The man was alive.
Barely.
Monroe rushed over.
“Call EMS!”
Martin opened his eyes.
He looked at Thomas.
Then Julian.
Then Evelyn.
His expression changed.
“Sarah.”
Evelyn froze.
“No.”
She knelt.
“I’m Evelyn.”
Martin stared at her.
Tears filled his eyes.
“You look like her.”
Evelyn swallowed.
“Who did this to you?”
Martin tried to speak.
Blood touched his lips.
Monroe leaned closer.
“Who shot you?”
Martin looked at her.
“Not…”
His eyes fluttered.
“Not Vanessa.”
Julian crouched.
“Who?”
Martin looked toward the vault.
“The tape.”
Evelyn frowned.
“What about it?”
“Wrong tape.”
Thomas froze.
“What?”
Martin struggled to breathe.
“I switched it.”
Evelyn stared.
“You switched my mother’s recording?”
Martin nodded weakly.
“Why?”
“To keep…”
He coughed.
“To keep the name safe.”
“Where is the real tape?”
Martin looked at Evelyn.
“Your daughter.”
Her blood went cold.
“What about Lily?”
Martin grabbed her wrist.
His grip was surprisingly strong.
“Sarah knew.”
“Knew what?”
“That someday…”
He struggled.
“They would find you.”
Evelyn leaned closer.
“Where is the tape?”
Martin whispered.
“The little blue dress.”
Evelyn stopped.
Lily’s dress was blue.
“No.”
Martin closed his eyes.
Evelyn shook him.
“What did you do?”
Monroe grabbed her shoulder.
“Evelyn.”
She pulled away.
“What did you do to my daughter?”
Martin opened his eyes one last time.
“I didn’t.”
He whispered.
May you like
“Eleanor did.”
Then his hand went limp.
