Chapter 3 - THE BLUE ROOM
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The old Voss estate stood on a cliff outside Camden, Maine.
Marcus had not visited it since he was twenty-three.
His grandfather had built the house during the 1950s, back when the Voss family fortune came from shipping rather than private equity and international finance.
By the time Marcus was born, the place had become a summer home.
By the time his grandfather died, nobody wanted it.
Except Elena.
Marcus remembered that now.
She had loved the house.
She called it honest.
The mansion in Connecticut was perfect.
The Maine house creaked.
Its windows rattled during storms.
Its pipes complained.
Elena had preferred imperfections.
Three days after Marcus returned home, he drove north with Daniel and Lily.
Mrs. Harper followed in a second vehicle.
Marcus didn't trust anyone else around his daughter.
Not anymore.
Lily slept most of the drive, Teddy tucked beneath her chin.
When they reached the estate, she stared out the window.
“I remember this place.”
Marcus looked at her.
“You've been here?”
“With Mommy.”
“When?”
Lily shrugged.
“I was little.”
Marcus glanced at Daniel.
Elena must have brought her here secretly.
The front door resisted before finally opening.
Dust covered the entrance hall.
Sheets draped the furniture.
Marcus turned on his flashlight.
“Do you remember where the blue room is?”
Lily nodded confidently.
Children forgot dates.
They forgot conversations.
But sometimes they remembered places better than adults ever could.
She climbed the staircase.
Marcus followed closely.
At the end of the second-floor hallway, Lily stopped in front of an old nursery.
Its faded wallpaper was blue.
“This one.”
Marcus opened the door.
The room smelled like cedar and dust.
An antique crib stood against one wall.
There was an old rocking horse.
Several shelves.
A fireplace.
Daniel entered behind them.
“What exactly are we searching for?”
Marcus looked at Lily.
“What did Mommy tell you?”
Lily frowned with concentration.
“She said Teddy knows.”
Marcus looked at the bear.
He had already searched it thoroughly.
The memory card capsule had been the only object inside.
Unless...
He examined Teddy again.
One of the bear's glass eyes was slightly different from the other.
Marcus twisted it.
Nothing happened.
Then Lily reached over.
“You have to push first.”
She pressed the eye.
A tiny click sounded.
Marcus turned it.
The eye unscrewed.
Inside was a narrow brass key.
Daniel exhaled.
“Elena really planned this.”
“She knew she was running out of time.”
Marcus looked around the room.
They searched for twenty minutes before Lily pointed toward an old wooden music box on the mantel.
“Mommy liked that.”
Marcus picked it up.
There was a keyhole underneath.
The brass key fit.
The bottom panel opened.
Inside were two envelopes.
One said MARCUS.
The other said LILY.
Marcus's hands trembled.
He opened his first.
Elena's handwriting filled six pages.
Marcus,
If you are reading this, one of two things happened.
Either I finally found you.
Or I failed.
Marcus stopped.
Lily watched him quietly.
He continued.
I know you are alive. Vanessa confirmed it accidentally. She didn't realize I was recording her.
Marcus looked at Daniel.
Then continued reading.
Adrian arranged your disappearance because you discovered the pension theft. But Adrian did not act alone.
Your father approved the transfers.
Your mother discovered them later and agreed to remain silent.
Vanessa helped Adrian locate you after the kidnapping because he convinced her you would expose the entire family and leave Lily with nothing.
But there is more.
Marcus lowered the page.
He didn't want there to be more.
There always was.
Daniel quietly said, “Keep reading.”
Marcus did.
The money wasn't only stolen.
Some of it was used to purchase judges, regulators, and corporate officials in several countries. Your investigation threatened people far more dangerous than Adrian.
That was why killing you immediately was considered too risky.
They needed you gone.
Confused.
Without identification.
Eventually, Adrian planned to have you declared dead.
Then Vanessa could inherit part of your voting interest through Lily's guardianship trust.
Marcus closed his eyes.
There it was.
The real reason.
The Voss family company had been divided into voting shares.
Marcus controlled twenty-eight percent.
Adrian controlled nineteen.
Charles controlled twenty-five.
Other relatives and trusts held the rest.
If Marcus died, Lily inherited his shares.
But as a child, her legal guardian controlled how those shares were voted.
Vanessa.
Marcus looked toward his daughter.
She was drawing shapes in the dust with one finger.
A five-year-old child had been worth billions to them.
Not because she owned money.
Because she owned power.
Marcus continued.
I changed the trust before I died.
If both of us are gone, Lily's voting rights do not belong to Vanessa.
They pass to an independent trustee.
Marcus exhaled.
Smart.
Elena had defeated them without telling them.
But the letter continued.
That trustee is Daniel Mercer.
Daniel stared at Marcus.
“I didn't know.”
Marcus looked up.
“What?”
“I knew Elena asked me to sign documents. I thought they were estate contingency papers.”
Marcus almost smiled.
“That sounds like Elena.”
Daniel sat down.
Marcus continued.
Adrian discovered the amendment shortly before my accident.
If my death is made to look accidental, do not believe it.
The proof is in the second envelope.
Marcus looked at the envelope marked LILY.
He didn't open it.
“That belongs to her.”
Daniel nodded.
They searched the music box again.
A removable velvet lining concealed a flash drive.
Daniel inserted it into his laptop.
The first video showed Elena meeting a private investigator.
The second showed Adrian's car outside her office.
The third was security footage from a parking garage.
Elena walked toward her vehicle.
A man approached after she left.
He crouched near the front wheel for nearly three minutes.
Marcus leaned toward the screen.
“Who is that?”
Daniel enlarged the image.
Neither recognized him.
Another file identified him.
Gavin Rourke.
Former mechanic.
Former employee of a Voss subsidiary.
And according to Daniel's database, currently living under another name in Vermont.
Marcus stood.
“We find him.”
“Federal investigators will find him.”
“I lost two years of my daughter's life.”
Daniel closed the laptop.
“And if you start chasing suspects yourself, you might lose twenty more inside a prison cell.”
Marcus looked away.
Daniel was right.
He hated that.
A floorboard creaked behind them.
Marcus spun.
Mrs. Harper stood at the doorway.
“There's a car outside.”
Daniel immediately reached for his phone.
“Did you see who?”
“No.”
Marcus approached the window.
A black SUV was parked near the tree line.
No plates.
Then it began moving.
Daniel photographed it as it disappeared down the road.
Marcus looked at Lily.
Someone knew they had come here.
Which meant the conspiracy wasn't finished.
That evening, they returned to Connecticut under police escort.
Marcus expected the mansion to be quiet.
Instead, news vans lined the road.
The Voss scandal had leaked.
Reporters shouted questions.
“Mr. Voss, did your brother arrange your kidnapping?”
“Was your father's company stealing employee pensions?”
“Do you believe your wife's death was murder?”
Marcus carried Lily inside without answering.
In the entrance hall, Margaret waited.
His mother looked like she hadn't slept.
“We need to talk.”
Marcus handed Lily to Mrs. Harper.
“About what?”
Margaret looked toward the staircase.
“About Elena's accident.”
Marcus's face hardened.
“What do you know?”
Margaret began crying.
“I was following her that night.”
Marcus stared at his mother.
“Why?”
“Because Adrian told me she was planning to destroy us.”
“And?”
Margaret's voice broke.
“I saw someone near her car.”
Marcus stepped closer.
“Who?”
May you like
Margaret whispered the answer.
“Your father.”
