Chapter 3 - The Rusted FragmentThe police did not remove the metal immediately.
A forensic technician arrived to document its exact position inside the cast. The stained plastic, folded note, fiberglass layers, and bruising around Lily’s knee were photographed, measured, and preserved as a single evidence scene.
David watched every movement.
His attorney repeatedly objected.
“He brought the child for cast removal. There is no proof he knew anything was concealed inside it.”
Lily looked at Marcus.
“He knows.”
David’s jaw tightened.
Marcus remained beside the table as Emily covered Lily with a warm blanket. The child’s bare toes were cold, and the skin around the cast opening showed irritation.
The second cast remained untouched.
Marcus wanted to remove it immediately, but Nora stopped him.
“We need a warrant or emergency medical justification if the guardian contests.”
David’s attorney pointed toward the guardianship order.
“My client does contest.”
Marcus looked at the right-leg X-ray.
“The cast is medically unnecessary now. The fracture has healed enough for removal.”
“Then remove it without turning the room into a criminal theater.”
Marcus did not trust the urgency in the attorney’s voice.
Neither did Nora.
The forensic technician used a portable scanner on the metal fragment. Beneath the corrosion, the serial number became clearer.
RV-17-442B.
Marcus remembered the Riverton investigation.
Section 17 of the steel plant’s east support structure collapsed during an overnight maintenance shift. Eight workers died, including Marcus’s sister, Anna, who had been completing an engineering internship.
The official report blamed corrosion and improper maintenance.
Several structural bolts disappeared from the debris inventory before laboratory testing.
Without them, investigators could not prove whether the components were defective or deliberately weakened.
One missing bolt had been labeled 442B.
Marcus leaned closer to the scanner.
“That fragment was evidence.”
David scoffed.
“From an accident eleven years ago?”
“From a criminal investigation that never reached trial.”
Nora searched David’s employment history.
At the time of the Riverton collapse, David Cross worked for Meridian Industrial Compliance, the private firm responsible for the plant’s final safety inspection.
His report declared Section 17 structurally sound twenty-four hours before it failed.
“Why was your employment omitted from the guardianship petition?” Nora asked.
David’s attorney answered.
“It was irrelevant.”
“Not anymore.”
Lily began trembling again.
Marcus crouched beside her.
“What are you afraid will happen?”
“David says the rain makes people disappear.”
Heavy water struck the clinic windows.
“What does that mean?”
“He takes us to the rain room.”
“Who is us?”
Lily’s lips parted, but no sound came.
David stepped forward.
Aaron blocked him.
Nora lowered her voice.
“Lily, is your mother in the rain room?”
The child looked toward the hallway.
“She was.”
“Where is it?”
“At the place with no windows.”
David suddenly shoved Aaron.
He moved fast enough to reach the medical cart before two officers forced him back against the wall.
A small black object fell from beneath his jacket.
Not a weapon.
A remote transmitter.
The red indicator flashed once.
Somewhere outside the clinic, a signal had just been sent.
Nora seized the device.
“What did you activate?”
David smiled.
“You should be asking what happens when it stops transmitting.”
Aaron ordered the clinic locked down.
Emily checked Lily’s vital signs.
Marcus looked at the untouched right-leg cast.
A faint vibration came from inside it.
At first he thought it was the medical cart.
Then Lily whispered:
“It’s waking up.”
Marcus placed his stethoscope against the fiberglass.
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A mechanical ticking sounded beneath the cast.
👉 The first cast held stolen evidence, but the second contained an active device that had begun ticking the moment David triggered his remote.
