CHAPTER 3
# CHAPTER 3
## The Father Who Came Back
Daniel reached the garage too late.
The black sedan had already disappeared through the estate gates.
Victor’s car remained parked beside the elevator, its driver’s door open. On the ground lay his leather briefcase, several legal files, and one broken pair of glasses.
There was no sign of a struggle.
“He left willingly,” Catherine said.
Daniel studied the security screen mounted beside the garage entrance.
The camera feed had frozen at the exact moment Thomas Vale entered the sedan.
“Someone erased the recording.”
“Can you recover it?”
“Maybe.”
Eleanor stood behind them, holding the staircase railing for support. Her cheek had darkened where Daniel struck her.
He could not look at it without feeling shame, but the anger had not disappeared.
“You knew Thomas might return,” he said.
“I feared it.”
“Why?”
“Because revenge can survive longer than love.”
Daniel showed her the photograph.
“You carried his child. He risked his life exposing Robert. Why would he hurt us?”
Eleanor looked at the frozen image of Thomas.
“Because I betrayed him.”
Daniel waited.
“After Thomas disappeared, I gave Robert the location of his backup files,” she said. “I believed Robert would spare him if the evidence was destroyed.”
“Did Thomas know?”
“He knows now.”
The mansion’s security chief entered the garage.
“Mr. Brooks, we found something in Mr. Lang’s office.”
Victor maintained a suite near the mansion’s service wing. Inside, investigators found documents under the floorboards, including bank records, forged passports, and years of correspondence with someone using the initials T.V.
Victor had been communicating with Thomas for at least nineteen years.
Daniel spread the letters across the desk.
Some discussed money. Others mentioned Robert’s death, Eleanor’s trust accounts, and a project called Sanctuary.
One letter was dated three days after Robert’s crash.
You promised the car would stop him, Victor. You never said Eleanor would be blamed.
Daniel read it twice.
Thomas had written the letter.
That meant he knew about the disabling system.
Perhaps he had activated it.
Another letter, sent five years later, contained a warning.
Daniel is beginning to ask questions. Keep Eleanor silent or he learns what Robert did to the girl.
“What girl?” Catherine asked.
Eleanor sat slowly.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying,” Daniel said.
Her gaze shifted toward Catherine.
Daniel understood.
“This is about her.”
Catherine looked between them.
“What did Dad do to me?”
Eleanor began shaking.
“You were six when Robert died.”
“I know how old I was.”
“You don’t remember the months before?”
“Not much.”
Daniel remembered Catherine waking from nightmares. She would scream that someone was standing outside her bedroom. Robert dismissed it as childhood imagination.
Eleanor spoke carefully.
“Robert believed Thomas had survived. He thought Thomas might contact you or Daniel. He hired specialists to question you.”
“Question me how?”
“Drugs. Hypnosis. Psychological conditioning.”
Catherine stared at her mother.
“You let him experiment on me?”
“I tried to stop it.”
“But you didn’t.”
Eleanor looked down.
“No.”
Catherine left the office.
Eleanor called after her, but she did not turn back.
Daniel followed and found his sister in the ballroom, kneeling where the broken pearls still lay.
“I grew up believing Mom was the dangerous one,” Catherine said.
“So did I.”
“She let him hurt us.”
“Yes.”
“Why are you defending her?”
“I’m not.”
“You’re trying to understand.”
Daniel looked toward the grand staircase.
“Understanding is not forgiveness.”
Catherine picked up one pearl.
“Did you mean to knock her down?”
“No.”
“You still did it.”
Daniel accepted the judgment.
His phone vibrated.
A message from an unknown number.
If you want Victor alive, come to the Beverly Hills Hotel. Polo Lounge. One hour. Alone.
Attached was a photograph of Victor seated in a hotel room. His hands were not tied. A glass of whiskey stood before him.
Daniel showed Catherine.
“You’re not going alone,” she said.
“That’s what he requested.”
“Thomas requested.”
“My father.”
“No,” Catherine said. “A stranger who shares your blood.”
An hour later, Daniel entered the Polo Lounge alone.
Thomas sat in a corner booth overlooking the garden. He wore a charcoal suit and looked younger than his age. Victor was nowhere in sight.
Daniel approached.
Thomas smiled.
“You look like my brother.”
“I thought I looked like you.”
“You have my face. Michael’s anger.”
“Who is Michael?”
“My younger brother.”
Daniel sat.
“You said Victor was alive.”
“He is.”
“Where?”
“Safe.”
“Why did he go with you?”
“Because he has worked for me since Robert died.”
Daniel thought of the letters.
“You killed Robert.”
Thomas stirred his coffee.
“Eleanor killed Robert.”
“She stopped his car. Someone restarted it.”
Thomas looked amused.
“She told you more than I expected.”
“Was it you?”
“No.”
“Victor?”
“No.”
“Then who?”
Thomas leaned back.
“Robert.”
Daniel stared at him.
“He restarted his own car?”
“He discovered Eleanor’s system. He bypassed it.”
“Why would he drive off the cliff?”
“He didn’t intend to.”
“What happened?”
“I confronted him beside the road. We fought. He escaped into the car. The brakes failed on the first turn.”
Daniel studied his expression.
“So you damaged them.”
“Robert’s mechanic did.”
“Frank Collins?”
“Yes.”
“Mother paid him.”
“To install the disabling device. Robert paid him more to sabotage it.”
The story seemed impossible.
“Why would Robert sabotage his own brakes?”
“He didn’t know which car Collins had altered.”
Thomas slid a photograph across the table.
It showed two identical black Mercedes sedans parked in the Brooks garage.
“Robert ordered Collins to damage my vehicle. We were supposed to exchange evidence that night. Robert intended to kill me and make it look like an accident.”
“But he drove the wrong car.”
“Yes.”
Daniel felt the cruelty of the irony.
Eleanor’s interference had caused Robert to take the vehicle meant for Thomas.
“She didn’t kill him,” Daniel whispered.
“She created the conditions.”
“Why let her believe she did?”
“Guilt made her silent.”
Thomas’s eyes hardened.
“And silence protected everything Robert built.”
Daniel looked at him.
“What do you want?”
“The Brooks empire returned to the people Robert stole it from.”
“You?”
“Not me.”
Thomas placed a second photograph on the table.
A young woman stood beside Robert. She was perhaps twenty-five, blond, and visibly frightened.
“Who is she?”
“Rebecca Hayes.”
The name meant nothing to Daniel.
Thomas continued.
“Robert built his fortune with Rebecca’s father. Then he framed him for fraud and took the company.”
“What happened to Rebecca?”
“She became Robert’s private assistant.”
Daniel studied the photograph.
“Did they have an affair?”
“They had a daughter.”
A cold feeling entered his chest.
“Who?”
Thomas looked toward the restaurant entrance.
Catherine had ignored Daniel’s instruction. She stood near the hostess desk, watching them.
Thomas nodded toward her.
“Your sister.”
Daniel looked back at him.
“You said Catherine was Robert’s daughter.”
“She was.”
“And Rebecca was her mother?”
“Yes.”
“Where is Rebecca now?”
Thomas’s smile disappeared.
“She has spent twenty-two years waiting for Eleanor to admit what she did.”
Daniel felt the mystery opening beneath him.
“What did Eleanor do to her?”
Thomas stood.
“Ask your mother why Rebecca was inside Robert’s car when it went over the cliff.”
Daniel stared at him.
“The police found only one body.”
Thomas placed money on the table.
“They found one body because Eleanor paid them to stop looking.”
Before leaving, he leaned toward Daniel.
“Your mother didn’t kill Robert.”
Daniel felt momentary relief.
Then Thomas finished.
“She wanted Evelyn Hayes.”
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