Chapter 5 - building 17
Police did not let Brooke go to Building 17.
She argued.
Detective Cole refused.
“You’re seventeen.”
“I’m involved.”
“You’re also a witness.”
“My father hid something there.”
“And if it’s dangerous, that is exactly why you’re staying here.”
Brooke hated that she was right.
Daniel joined police because he knew the building.
The warehouse sat twenty miles outside Columbus.
Broken windows.
Rusting loading docks.
A faded Ohio Heritage Renovation logo remained above the entrance.
Basement access had been sealed after the fire.
Investigators obtained a warrant and entered through an old maintenance stairwell.
Daniel remembered the layout.
Storage rooms.
Mechanical tunnels.
Document vault.
Room B-17.
The door had been welded shut.
Recent scratches showed someone tried opening it.
Probably Gary.
Inside, police found scorched filing cabinets.
Most documents were destroyed.
But beneath a false floor:
A waterproof case.
David Bennett’s name was written across it.
Inside:
Contract records.
Payment ledgers.
Photographs of fake renovation sites.
And a list of people.
Gary Miller.
Stephen Miller.
Several city contractors.
Two bankers.
One name Daniel did not expect.
Laura Bennett.
Detective Cole looked at him.
“Did David believe his wife was involved?”
Daniel stared at the page.
“I don’t know.”
Beside Laura’s name was not a dollar amount.
Only:
UNKNOWING?
Question mark.
David had not accused her.
He was trying to determine whether Gary had used her identity.
That matched Laura’s story.
Another name:
DANIEL REED.
Again no accusation.
Beside it:
DOESN’T KNOW EVERYTHING.
Daniel almost laughed bitterly.
Apparently David had hidden things from him too.
Then one final name.
MICHAEL TRENT.
The man who died in David’s truck.
Beside it:
NOT ACCIDENTAL TARGET?
Detective Cole frowned.
“What does that mean?”
Daniel thought.
“Maybe David later questioned whether the crash was meant for him.”
If Michael had been the true target, everything changed.
Why kill Michael?
The records contained an answer.
Michael Trent had discovered a separate scheme.
Not stolen construction money.
Children.
Daniel stared.
A folder labeled:
FOSTER PLACEMENT CONTRACTS.
Ohio Heritage Renovation had won contracts to repair foster homes and group residences.
Some invoices were inflated.
But another pattern emerged.
Properties marked unsafe were sold cheaply after residents were relocated.
Developers later acquired them.
Gary had worked on those inspections.
So had Michael.
Michael wrote complaints.
One note:
GARY IS CHANGING DAMAGE REPORTS.
Brooke learned this later and felt sick.
Her stepfather had not merely stolen money.
He may have manipulated housing inspections affecting vulnerable children.
David and Michael had been preparing separate reports.
The fatal crash might have eliminated Michael while everyone believed David died.
Then David’s survival created a second problem for the conspirators.
Daniel asked:
“Who knew Michael had David’s truck?”
Only three people could confirm the vehicle swap.
David.
Michael.
And Gary.
Because Gary was at the warehouse that morning.
Detective Cole went silent.
The crash may have been aimed at Michael all along.
David’s mistaken “death” became useful afterward.
Gary’s brother certified the body as David.
Why?
To make two investigators disappear at once.
Michael literally dead.
David legally dead.
The scheme was more calculated than Daniel had understood.
Then investigators found a compact voice recorder in the waterproof case.
David speaking.
“If this is recovered and I’m not there, Michael was right.”
Static.
“Gary isn’t the top.”
Daniel frowned.
David continued:
“He’s doing inspections for someone else.”
A name began.
“Mar—”
The file corrupted.
Detective Cole tried another recording.
David:
“If they realize Brooke saw the green ledger, move the children immediately.”
Brooke?
She would have been ten.
Daniel felt cold.
Why would David think Brooke had seen evidence?
At home, Detective Cole asked her.
“Do you remember your father having a green book?”
Brooke shook her head.
Then she remembered the crayons.
A green hardbound notebook.
Her father once let her draw inside it because he said the front pages were blank.
She had filled three pages with stick figures.
A house.
A dog.
Her family.
Then Laura took it away.
Brooke whispered:
“I thought it was a sketchbook.”
Laura stared.
“David yelled when he found out you used it.”
“Yes.”
“Then he apologized.”
Brooke nodded.
“Where is it?”
Nobody knew.
After David’s supposed death, Gary had repeatedly asked Laura whether David kept journals.
She always said no.
Maybe that was what Gary truly wanted.
Not the red box.
Not B-17.
The green ledger Brooke had accidentally drawn in as a child.
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And according to David, it contained something dangerous enough that the children should be moved if anyone learned Brooke had seen it.
👉 The conspiracy may have targeted Michael Trent rather than David—and the missing green ledger Brooke once used as a childhood sketchbook could contain the name of the person above Gary.
