Chapter 6
Charles tried to call the hospital administrator.
Agent Blake stopped him with one sentence.
“Your phone stays on the table.”
Charles stared at him.
“You cannot confiscate my property without authority.”
“No one confiscated it.”
The agent pointed to the bedside table.
“I instructed you not to destroy potential evidence.”
Charles did not move.
His hand remained inside his jacket.
I stepped slightly closer to Lily.
Not toward Charles.
That distinction mattered.
My job was not to confront him.
My job was to ensure he never placed himself between my daughter and safety again.
Evelyn looked at Lily.
“What did you tell them?”
Lily recoiled.
I moved fully into her line of sight.
“Look at me, sweetheart.”
She did.
“Nothing she says changes what happens next.”
Evelyn’s voice sharpened.
“I am her grandmother.”
Agent Blake replied, “Then act like one and stop questioning a hospitalized child.”
Margaret—no, Evelyn—had spent decades being answered gently.
The directness stunned her.
Charles finally removed his phone and placed it on the table.
A notification lit the screen.
No readable text.
Only the name of his attorney visible for half a second before it dimmed.
Agent Blake noticed.
“So counsel knew we were here.”
Charles said nothing.
The second investigator opened a black folder.
Inside were photographs turned away from us.
He showed one to Charles.
The older man’s posture changed.
Not dramatically.
Enough.
Evelyn whispered, “What is that?”
Charles did not answer.
The agent returned the image to the folder.
I caught only a glimpse.
A hallway.
A blue curtain.
A time stamp.
Someone had preserved footage from the Sterling estate.
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The curtain Lily remembered had not hidden everything.
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