{"id":5870,"date":"2026-09-19T15:21:58","date_gmt":"2026-09-19T15:21:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/?p=5870"},"modified":"2026-09-19T15:21:58","modified_gmt":"2026-09-19T15:21:58","slug":"part-4-my-husband-cooked-dinner-then-our-phones-vanished-from-the-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/?p=5870","title":{"rendered":"PART 4: – “My Husband Cooked Dinner, Then Our Phones Vanished From the House”"},"content":{"rendered":"

PART 4<\/span><\/p>\n

\n

For several seconds, nobody moved.
\nThe man stood just inside the doorway.
\nThe hallway light behind him outlined his shoulders, but his face remained mostly hidden.
\nI could hear Noah breathing beside me.
\nSlowly.
\nCarefully.
\nExactly the way I had taught him after the night Daniel tried to kill us.
\nThe man took one step forward.
\n“Claire?”
\nMy knees almost gave out.
\nI knew that voice.
\nI had heard it through a telephone speaker twelve years ago.
\nI had heard it in dreams.
\nI had heard it in memories so many times that I had eventually convinced myself I was imagining the sound.
\nBut now it was standing in my house.
\nIn front of me.
\nAlive.
\n“Michael?”
\nThe man stepped into the kitchen light.
\nAnd I stopped breathing.
\nIt was him.
\nOlder.
\nThinner.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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His face was marked by a scar running from his left temple toward his jaw.<\/p>\n

His hair, once dark, was now streaked with gray.<\/p>\n

But his eyes were exactly the same.<\/p>\n

My brother’s eyes.<\/p>\n

Noah stared at him.<\/p>\n

Then at me.<\/p>\n

“Mom…”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at Noah.<\/p>\n

For a moment, something broke across his face.<\/p>\n

He looked like a man seeing a child he had never been allowed to meet.<\/p>\n

“You’re Noah.”<\/p>\n

Noah didn’t answer.<\/p>\n

Michael swallowed.<\/p>\n

“I’ve seen pictures.”<\/p>\n

My voice finally returned.<\/p>\n

“You’ve been watching us?”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

The answer came too quickly.<\/p>\n

Then he corrected himself.<\/p>\n

“Not like that.”<\/p>\n

“Then how?”<\/p>\n

“I’ve been trying to keep you alive.”<\/p>\n

I almost laughed.<\/p>\n

It came out as a broken sound.<\/p>\n

“Keep us alive?”<\/p>\n

Michael stepped farther into the room.<\/p>\n

“Claire, listen to me. We don’t have much time.”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

He stopped.<\/p>\n

“No?”<\/p>\n

“You don’t get to walk into my house twelve years after everyone told me you were dead and say we don’t have time.”<\/p>\n

His eyes lowered.<\/p>\n

“I know.”<\/p>\n

“You were alive.”<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

“You let me believe you were dead.”<\/p>\n

“I had no choice.”<\/p>\n

“You always had a choice.”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at Noah.<\/p>\n

Then back at me.<\/p>\n

“No. I didn’t.”<\/p>\n

The anger inside me became stronger than the fear.<\/p>\n

“You could have called.”<\/p>\n

“I did.”<\/p>\n

“Once.”<\/p>\n

“More than once.”<\/p>\n

“I never received anything.”<\/p>\n

“Because they intercepted everything.”<\/p>\n

“Who?”<\/p>\n

Michael looked toward the windows.<\/p>\n

“They’re still watching.”<\/p>\n

Noah stepped forward.<\/p>\n

“Who are they?”<\/p>\n

Michael stared at him.<\/p>\n

Then said something I wasn’t prepared to hear.<\/p>\n

“Your father.”<\/p>\n

Noah froze.<\/p>\n

I felt the room tilt.<\/p>\n

“Daniel?”<\/p>\n

Michael shook his head.<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n

“Your biological father.”<\/p>\n

I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n

Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n

“Mom?”<\/p>\n

I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n

There are moments when a single sentence can divide your life into two parts.<\/p>\n

Before.<\/p>\n

And after.<\/p>\n

This was one of them.<\/p>\n

“I don’t understand.”<\/p>\n

Michael walked toward the kitchen table.<\/p>\n

He placed an old envelope on it.<\/p>\n

The paper was yellow with age.<\/p>\n

“Neither did I.”<\/p>\n

I didn’t touch it.<\/p>\n

“What is that?”<\/p>\n

“Proof.”<\/p>\n

“Of what?”<\/p>\n

“That Daniel wasn’t the beginning.”<\/p>\n

He looked at Noah.<\/p>\n

“And he wasn’t the end.”<\/p>\n

Noah’s face had gone pale.<\/p>\n

“Why are you talking about my biological father?”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n

“You never told him?”<\/p>\n

I shook my head.<\/p>\n

“I didn’t know what to tell him.”<\/p>\n

Michael nodded slowly.<\/p>\n

“Then you need to tell him now.”<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

“What are you talking about?”<\/p>\n

Michael opened the envelope.<\/p>\n

Inside was a photograph.<\/p>\n

A young woman.<\/p>\n

A baby.<\/p>\n

And a man standing beside them.<\/p>\n

I recognized the woman.<\/p>\n

Me.<\/p>\n

I recognized the baby.<\/p>\n

Noah.<\/p>\n

But I didn’t recognize the man.<\/p>\n

Noah picked up the photograph.<\/p>\n

“Who is that?”<\/p>\n

Michael didn’t answer.<\/p>\n

I did.<\/p>\n

“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n

“You do.”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

“You’ve seen him.”<\/p>\n

“Where?”<\/p>\n

“Every time you looked at Daniel’s old business photographs.”<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

Michael nodded.<\/p>\n

“Daniel wasn’t the only person who knew.”<\/p>\n

I looked again.<\/p>\n

The man in the photograph was standing behind me.<\/p>\n

One hand rested on my shoulder.<\/p>\n

The photograph had been taken shortly after Noah was born.<\/p>\n

I had never seen it before.<\/p>\n

Or maybe I had.<\/p>\n

Maybe Daniel had shown it to me once and I had forgotten.<\/p>\n

The man’s face seemed strangely familiar.<\/p>\n

Noah turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n

There was writing on the back.<\/p>\n

A date.<\/p>\n

And a name.<\/p>\n

Jonathan Vale.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stared at it.<\/p>\n

The name meant nothing.<\/p>\n

Then Michael said:<\/p>\n

“He was Daniel’s partner.”<\/p>\n

“Business partner?”<\/p>\n

“Not exactly.”<\/p>\n

“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n

“It means Daniel didn’t build his company alone.”<\/p>\n

Michael took a breath.<\/p>\n

“Jonathan financed it.”<\/p>\n

Noah looked confused.<\/p>\n

“Then why have I never heard of him?”<\/p>\n

“Because Jonathan Vale officially died fourteen years ago.”<\/p>\n

I stared at Michael.<\/p>\n

“You’re telling me two supposedly dead men are standing in front of me?”<\/p>\n

Michael didn’t smile.<\/p>\n

“Not two.”<\/p>\n

My heart sank.<\/p>\n

“How many?”<\/p>\n

He looked at the window.<\/p>\n

“That’s what I’ve been trying to find out.”<\/p>\n

A car passed outside.<\/p>\n

We all turned toward the sound.<\/p>\n

Michael immediately moved toward the curtains.<\/p>\n

“Lights off.”<\/p>\n

I switched them off.<\/p>\n

The room went dark.<\/p>\n

Michael crouched beneath the window.<\/p>\n

Noah followed.<\/p>\n

I whispered:<\/p>\n

“What are you doing?”<\/p>\n

“Watching.”<\/p>\n

“For what?”<\/p>\n

“Three flashes.”<\/p>\n

I didn’t understand.<\/p>\n

“Three flashes of what?”<\/p>\n

“Headlights.”<\/p>\n

We waited.<\/p>\n

A car passed.<\/p>\n

One flash.<\/p>\n

Another vehicle.<\/p>\n

Two.<\/p>\n

Then darkness.<\/p>\n

Michael’s expression changed.<\/p>\n

“Get down.”<\/p>\n

I pulled Noah toward the floor.<\/p>\n

Three headlights appeared at the end of the street.<\/p>\n

They stopped.<\/p>\n

Nobody got out.<\/p>\n

The engine remained running.<\/p>\n

Michael reached inside his jacket.<\/p>\n

I saw the outline of something metallic.<\/p>\n

Noah whispered:<\/p>\n

“Is that a gun?”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at him.<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

I stared at my brother.<\/p>\n

“Where did you get that?”<\/p>\n

“I’ve been running for twelve years.”<\/p>\n

The car remained outside.<\/p>\n

Five minutes.<\/p>\n

Ten.<\/p>\n

Then it slowly drove away.<\/p>\n

Michael stood.<\/p>\n

“They’re checking whether I’m here.”<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

“How would they know?”<\/p>\n

“Because someone told them.”<\/p>\n

“No one knew you were here.”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n

“Someone did.”<\/p>\n

The phone on the counter buzzed.<\/p>\n

We all jumped.<\/p>\n

I looked at the screen.<\/p>\n

Unknown number.<\/p>\n

A message.<\/p>\n

You should have listened to the first warning.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then another.<\/p>\n

Now Michael will have to choose.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I looked at my brother.<\/p>\n

His face had gone completely white.<\/p>\n

“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n

He didn’t answer.<\/p>\n

“Michael?”<\/p>\n

He looked at Noah.<\/p>\n

Then at me.<\/p>\n

“They have him.”<\/p>\n

“Who?”<\/p>\n

“My contact.”<\/p>\n

“What contact?”<\/p>\n

“The person who helped me get back into the country.”<\/p>\n

He looked toward the front door.<\/p>\n

“If they have him, they know everything.”<\/p>\n

“Everything about what?”<\/p>\n

Michael hesitated.<\/p>\n

Then said:<\/p>\n

“The night I disappeared.”<\/p>\n

I felt a coldness spread through me.<\/p>\n

“What really happened?”<\/p>\n

Michael sat down.<\/p>\n

For the first time since entering our house, he looked exhausted.<\/p>\n

“Twelve years ago, I discovered Daniel was moving money through shell companies.”<\/p>\n

“Like the ones Rivera found?”<\/p>\n

“Those were only part of it.”<\/p>\n

“What else?”<\/p>\n

“People.”<\/p>\n

I frowned.<\/p>\n

“People?”<\/p>\n

“Daniel wasn’t simply hiding money. He was helping people disappear.”<\/p>\n

The room became silent.<\/p>\n

“Why?”<\/p>\n

“Because people paid him.”<\/p>\n

“For what?”<\/p>\n

“New identities. New documents. New accounts.”<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

“Why would anyone need that?”<\/p>\n

“Some were criminals.”<\/p>\n

“And the others?”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at me.<\/p>\n

“Some were witnesses.”<\/p>\n

My stomach turned.<\/p>\n

“To what?”<\/p>\n

“Murders.”<\/p>\n

Noah sat down.<\/p>\n

“Daniel was helping killers disappear?”<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

“And Jonathan Vale?”<\/p>\n

“One of them.”<\/p>\n

Michael opened the envelope again.<\/p>\n

“There was a woman named Rebecca Shaw.”<\/p>\n

He pulled out another photograph.<\/p>\n

A woman stood beside a courthouse.<\/p>\n

“She was supposed to testify against Jonathan.”<\/p>\n

“What happened?”<\/p>\n

“She disappeared.”<\/p>\n

“Did Daniel help?”<\/p>\n

Michael nodded.<\/p>\n

“She was the reason I started investigating.”<\/p>\n

I looked at the photograph.<\/p>\n

“Did you find her?”<\/p>\n

Michael’s expression hardened.<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

“Where?”<\/p>\n

“Dead.”<\/p>\n

Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n

“Then I found out something worse.”<\/p>\n

He pulled another photograph from the envelope.<\/p>\n

This one showed a warehouse.<\/p>\n

A small red circle had been drawn around a side door.<\/p>\n

“What is this?”<\/p>\n

“The place where Rebecca was last seen.”<\/p>\n

I recognized the building.<\/p>\n

My blood went cold.<\/p>\n

“Michael…”<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

“I’ve seen this place.”<\/p>\n

He stared at me.<\/p>\n

“Where?”<\/p>\n

I couldn’t remember at first.<\/p>\n

Then I did.<\/p>\n

A photograph.<\/p>\n

Daniel’s office.<\/p>\n

A framed picture hanging behind his desk.<\/p>\n

The same warehouse.<\/p>\n

I had seen it hundreds of times.<\/p>\n

I simply never had a reason to notice it.<\/p>\n

Michael saw my expression.<\/p>\n

“Daniel kept the photograph?”<\/p>\n

I nodded.<\/p>\n

“Why?”<\/p>\n

“Because he wanted to remember what happened.”<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

“Who took the photograph?”<\/p>\n

Michael didn’t answer.<\/p>\n

I already knew.<\/p>\n

“Daniel.”<\/p>\n

Michael nodded.<\/p>\n

Then he said:<\/p>\n

“And I wasn’t the only person who saw it.”<\/p>\n

A sound came from upstairs.<\/p>\n

We all froze.<\/p>\n

Footsteps.<\/p>\n

One.<\/p>\n

Two.<\/p>\n

Three.<\/p>\n

Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n

“We’re alone.”<\/p>\n

Michael shook his head.<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

The footsteps stopped.<\/p>\n

Then something fell.<\/p>\n

A heavy thud.<\/p>\n

Michael raised the gun.<\/p>\n

“Stay here.”<\/p>\n

I grabbed his arm.<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

“Claire.”<\/p>\n

“You don’t know this house.”<\/p>\n

“I know enough.”<\/p>\n

“No. You don’t.”<\/p>\n

I pointed toward the hallway.<\/p>\n

“There are two staircases.”<\/p>\n

He looked at me.<\/p>\n

“One leads to the bedrooms.”<\/p>\n

“The other?”<\/p>\n

“The basement.”<\/p>\n

Michael understood immediately.<\/p>\n

“If someone came in…”<\/p>\n

“They could be downstairs.”<\/p>\n

We moved together.<\/p>\n

Slowly.<\/p>\n

Silently.<\/p>\n

The basement door was open.<\/p>\n

I knew I had closed it that morning.<\/p>\n

Michael held the gun low.<\/p>\n

He descended first.<\/p>\n

Noah stayed behind me.<\/p>\n

Halfway down, Michael stopped.<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

He pointed.<\/p>\n

A light was on.<\/p>\n

I had not turned it on.<\/p>\n

We reached the bottom.<\/p>\n

Boxes were scattered across the floor.<\/p>\n

One of the storage cabinets was open.<\/p>\n

My old files had been pulled out.<\/p>\n

Photographs lay everywhere.<\/p>\n

Michael crouched.<\/p>\n

He picked one up.<\/p>\n

His face changed.<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

He handed it to me.<\/p>\n

It was a photograph of Daniel.<\/p>\n

Standing beside a younger Michael.<\/p>\n

I stared at it.<\/p>\n

“You knew each other before I met Daniel.”<\/p>\n

Michael nodded.<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

“How long?”<\/p>\n

“Years.”<\/p>\n

“Why didn’t you tell me?”<\/p>\n

“Because I didn’t trust him.”<\/p>\n

“That’s not an answer.”<\/p>\n

Michael looked away.<\/p>\n

“He asked me to help him with something.”<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

“Your pregnancy.”<\/p>\n

I felt like someone had punched me.<\/p>\n

“My pregnancy?”<\/p>\n

Michael nodded.<\/p>\n

“Daniel wasn’t Noah’s biological father.”<\/p>\n

I looked at Noah.<\/p>\n

He was staring at us.<\/p>\n

“I already knew.”<\/p>\n

I turned.<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

Noah looked down.<\/p>\n

“I found the paperwork years ago.”<\/p>\n

“You knew?”<\/p>\n

“I didn’t know who my father was.”<\/p>\n

I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n

Noah continued.<\/p>\n

“Daniel told me never to ask.”<\/p>\n

Michael looked at him.<\/p>\n

“He told you that?”<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

Michael closed his eyes.<\/p>\n

Then whispered:<\/p>\n

“Then they started earlier than I thought.”<\/p>\n

“What started?”<\/p>\n

“The surveillance.”<\/p>\n

I looked around the basement.<\/p>\n

“What are you saying?”<\/p>\n

Michael pointed toward the ceiling.<\/p>\n

“Your house was wired.”<\/p>\n

I stared at him.<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

“Daniel installed security cameras.”<\/p>\n

“Not security cameras.”<\/p>\n

He walked toward an old smoke detector.<\/p>\n

He removed the cover.<\/p>\n

Inside was a tiny device.<\/p>\n

My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n

“A microphone.”<\/p>\n

Noah looked horrified.<\/p>\n

“For how long?”<\/p>\n

Michael examined it.<\/p>\n

“At least several years.”<\/p>\n

“Who was listening?”<\/p>\n

“Daniel.”<\/p>\n

I thought about every conversation.<\/p>\n

Every argument.<\/p>\n

Every private moment.<\/p>\n

Every conversation I had with Noah.<\/p>\n

Every time I cried.<\/p>\n

Every time I discussed money.<\/p>\n

Every time I talked about leaving.<\/p>\n

Daniel had heard everything.<\/p>\n

But then Michael looked at the device again.<\/p>\n

His expression changed.<\/p>\n

“This isn’t Daniel’s equipment.”<\/p>\n

“What?”<\/p>\n

He turned it over.<\/p>\n

There was a tiny symbol engraved into the casing.<\/p>\n

Michael recognized it.<\/p>\n

“That’s Jonathan’s.”<\/p>\n

“Jonathan Vale?”<\/p>\n

“Yes.”<\/p>\n

“But he’s dead.”<\/p>\n

Michael shook his head.<\/p>\n

“Exactly.”<\/p>\n

A noise came from above us.<\/p>\n

The basement door slammed shut.<\/p>\n

Noah shouted.<\/p>\n

Michael ran upstairs.<\/p>\n

I followed.<\/p>\n

The door was locked.<\/p>\n

Michael pulled it.<\/p>\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n

He fired one shot into the lock.<\/p>\n

The sound exploded through the house.<\/p>\n

The door opened.<\/p>\n

We rushed into the hallway.<\/p>\n

The house was empty.<\/p>\n

But the front door stood open.<\/p>\n

And on the kitchen table was another envelope.<\/p>\n

Michael walked toward it.<\/p>\n

“Don’t.”<\/p>\n

He stopped.<\/p>\n

I moved closer.<\/p>\n

The envelope had my name on it.<\/p>\n

I opened it.<\/p>\n

Inside was a single photograph.<\/p>\n

This time it was a photograph of Michael.<\/p>\n

Taken only minutes earlier.<\/p>\n

Standing in my basement.<\/p>\n

Someone had been watching us while we were down there.<\/p>\n

On the back were four words:<\/p>\n

You’re too late, Michael.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then the lights went out again.<\/p>\n

A loud crash came from the backyard.<\/p>\n

Michael ran toward the window.<\/p>\n

“Stay inside!”<\/p>\n

He disappeared through the back door.<\/p>\n

I grabbed Noah.<\/p>\n

“Don’t follow him.”<\/p>\n

We waited.<\/p>\n

Ten seconds.<\/p>\n

Twenty.<\/p>\n

Thirty.<\/p>\n

Then a gunshot.<\/p>\n

Noah screamed.<\/p>\n

I ran toward the backyard.<\/p>\n

“Mom, wait!”<\/p>\n

Another gunshot.<\/p>\n

Then silence.<\/p>\n

I opened the door.<\/p>\n

The yard was empty.<\/p>\n

Michael was gone.<\/p>\n

Only his jacket lay in the grass.<\/p>\n

I picked it up.<\/p>\n

There was blood on the sleeve.<\/p>\n

“No…”<\/p>\n

Noah came up behind me.<\/p>\n

“Where is he?”<\/p>\n

I didn’t answer.<\/p>\n

Something fell from Michael’s pocket.<\/p>\n

A small metal key.<\/p>\n

Attached to it was a handwritten tag.<\/p>\n

STATION 17.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I looked at Noah.<\/p>\n

“What’s Station 17?”<\/p>\n

He shook his head.<\/p>\n

“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n

Then my phone buzzed.<\/p>\n

Unknown number.<\/p>\n

I opened the message.<\/p>\n

He isn’t dead.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A second message appeared.<\/p>\n

Yet.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then a third.<\/p>\n

Bring the key to Station 17 alone.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n

Noah read over my shoulder.<\/p>\n

“Mom, we’re not going.”<\/p>\n

I looked at him.<\/p>\n

“We have to find Michael.”<\/p>\n

“No.”<\/p>\n

He grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n

“That’s exactly what they want.”<\/p>\n

I looked toward the dark backyard.<\/p>\n

My brother had returned after twelve years.<\/p>\n

And within minutes, someone had taken him again.<\/p>\n

Then I remembered something.<\/p>\n

The message from Michael’s old recording.<\/p>\n

If you’re hearing this, Daniel probably told you I died.<\/em><\/p>\n

He had known this would happen.<\/p>\n

He had planned for the possibility that he would disappear again.<\/p>\n

I turned the key over.<\/p>\n

There was a tiny number engraved on the back.<\/p>\n

17-04-09.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A date.<\/p>\n

April 17, 2009.<\/p>\n

I knew that date.<\/p>\n

It was the date Michael disappeared.<\/p>\n

I looked at Noah.<\/p>\n

“Station 17 isn’t a place.”<\/p>\n

“What is it?”<\/p>\n

I stared at the key.<\/p>\n

“It’s a date.”<\/p>\n

“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n

“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n

Then I noticed the tag.<\/p>\n

There was another line beneath the words.<\/p>\n

So faint I almost missed it.<\/p>\n

I held it under the kitchen light.<\/p>\n

The hidden writing became visible.<\/p>\n

Locker 17.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Noah whispered:<\/p>\n

“Mom…”<\/p>\n

I looked toward the front door.<\/p>\n

Then toward the dark street.<\/p>\n

Somewhere out there, Michael was alive.<\/p>\n

Someone had taken him.<\/p>\n

And for the first time in twelve years, I finally had a chance to discover what really happened the night my brother disappeared.<\/p>\n

But there was one problem.<\/p>\n

I had a feeling the truth had been waiting for me.<\/p>\n

And once I opened Locker 17…<\/p>\n

There would be no going back.<\/p>\n

I put the key in my pocket.<\/p>\n

Noah looked at me.<\/p>\n

“What are we going to do?”<\/p>\n

I looked at the clock.<\/p>\n

11:47 p.m.<\/p>\n

Then I remembered the date engraved on the key.<\/p>\n

April 17.<\/p>\n

The same date Michael disappeared.<\/p>\n

The same date he had apparently planned for us to find him again.<\/p>\n

I took Noah’s hand.<\/p>\n

“We’re going to find Locker 17.”<\/p>\n

Neither of us noticed the small red light blinking inside the smoke detector above us.<\/p>\n

But someone did.<\/p>\n

And somewhere in a dark room across town, a monitor displayed our faces.<\/p>\n

A man leaned toward the screen.<\/p>\n

He picked up a phone.<\/p>\n

“She’s going to the station.”<\/p>\n

A pause.<\/p>\n

Then he smiled.<\/p>\n

“Good.”<\/p>\n

Another voice asked:<\/p>\n

“And Michael?”<\/p>\n

The man looked at another monitor.<\/p>\n

Michael was sitting in a chair.<\/p>\n

Alive.<\/p>\n

Bleeding.<\/p>\n

His hands were tied behind his back.<\/p>\n

The man looked back at the screen showing me and Noah.<\/p>\n

“Leave him alive.”<\/p>\n

“Why?”<\/p>\n

“Because Claire will come for him.”<\/p>\n

The man paused.<\/p>\n

“And when she does…”<\/p>\n

He leaned closer to the monitor.<\/p>\n

“…she’ll finally open the door we’ve been waiting twelve years for her to open.”<\/p>\n

TO BE CONTINUED…<\/strong><\/p>\n

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