part 4
PART 4
Linda had not gone home after the church.
Mara’s contact outside the chapel confirmed it.
Linda and Mark drove straight to the old Hale estate in Brentwood.
Natalie’s locked room was there.
Richard arrived twenty minutes after them.
The front gate recognized his car.
The house staff looked terrified when he walked in.
That told him Linda had already started giving orders.
He went straight upstairs.
Linda stood outside Natalie’s bedroom with Mark beside her.
A housekeeper was holding a box of black trash bags.
Richard stopped at the end of the hallway.
“What are you doing?”
Linda turned.
Her smile was gone.
“We should finally clean the room.”
Richard almost laughed.
“Two years of preserving it, and today you want trash bags?”
Mark stepped forward.
“This is not healthy.”
Richard moved past him.
“Move.”
Mark did not.
For the first time, Richard saw the boy he had allowed into his home clearly.
Not nervous.
Not grieving.
Blocking.
Richard shoved him aside and took the key from the doorframe ledge.
Linda gasped.
“You said you lost that.”
Richard unlocked the door.
Natalie’s room smelled faintly of dust and lavender.
The bed was made.
The shelves untouched.
Her medals, books, and old ballet shoes sat exactly where they had been.
Richard walked to the desk.
The laptop was gone.
So was the small pink safe Natalie kept under the vanity.
He turned slowly.
“Where is her laptop?”
Linda’s lips parted.
“I do not remember.”
Mark said, “Police took it.”
Richard looked at Mara, who had entered silently behind him.
Mara said, “No, they did not.”
Linda’s face drained.
Mara opened a folder.
“The crash inventory lists a phone, wallet, bracelet, and backpack.”
“No laptop.”
“No safe.”
Richard’s voice went low.
“What was in the safe?”
No one answered.
Then Mara crouched near the vanity and lifted the loose fabric beneath it.
A tiny corner of paper was taped to the wood.
Natalie’s handwriting.
If I disappear, check Mark’s storage unit.
He is not who Dad thinks he is.
Richard read it once.
Then again.
Mark lunged.
Mara caught his wrist before he reached the paper.
“That was stupid,” she said.
Richard stared at Mark.
The boy he had fed, funded, and tried to love was sweating now.
Linda whispered, “Mark, don’t.”
Richard’s voice was barely audible.
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