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His expression changed.
“What’s this about?”
The lead investigator looked at him.
“Daniel Mercer, you are being detained pending investigation into financial fraud, evidence tampering, and your possible connection to the disappearance of Ethan Cole.”
For the first time in years, Daniel looked exactly like what he was.
A frightened man.
Then Vanessa arrived.
She walked into the lobby wearing designer sunglasses and carrying a coffee cup.
She saw the investigators.
She saw Daniel.
And she stopped.
“No.”
One word.
One reaction.
Enough.
Because innocent people ask questions.
Guilty people recognize consequences.
The investigator approached her.
“Vanessa Cole?”
She slowly removed her sunglasses.
“Yes?”
“You need to come with us.”
The coffee cup slipped from her hand.
It hit the marble floor.
Just like my hair had.
Just like she thought I would.
But this time, everyone was watching.
That evening, Marcus sent me the final report.
The blood belonged to Ethan Cole.
Vanessa’s missing brother.
The man everyone thought had vanished six months earlier.
The same man whose disappearance had started the investigation that Daniel thought was buried forever.
And the evidence had been sitting in my house.
Hidden inside a pair of antique scissors.
The same scissors Vanessa used to humiliate me.
The same scissors she believed destroyed my life.
I stared at the report for a long time.
Then my phone rang.
It was Marcus.
“There’s one more thing.”
“What?”
“We found the original divorce agreement Daniel prepared.”
I frowned.
“Okay.”
“You need to see who signed as a witness.”
My stomach tightened.
“Who?”
A pause.
Then Marcus said:
“Ethan Cole.”
I stopped breathing.
Because Ethan Cole was supposed to be dead.
And if he had signed those papers…
Someone had been lying long before Vanessa ever picked up the scissors.