Chapter 9: The Man Who Came Back for My Son
The police placed officers outside our house before sunset.
Nobody was allowed to enter without being searched.
Nobody was allowed to leave without informing Detective Harris.
For the first time in thirteen years, I was grateful for the sound of police radiosNobody was allowed to leave without informing Detective Harris.
For the first time in thirteen years, I was grateful for the sound of police radios.
But I was still afraid.
Peter Lawson was not a stranger.
He had eaten at our table.
He had attended birthdays.
He had helped David assemble the twins' wooden.
But I was still afraid.
Peter Lawson was not a stranger.
He had eaten at our table.
He had attended birthdays.
He had helped David assemble the twins' wooden bunk beds.
He had once spent an entire afternoon teaching Jeremy how to ride a bicycle.
I remembered that day clearly.
Jeremy had fallen repeatedly bunk beds.
He had once spent an entire afternoon teaching Jeremy how to ride a bicycle.
I remembered that day clearly.
Jeremy had fallen repeatedly.
Peter had laughed and told him that falling was part of learning.
Then he had picked him up.
I had thanked him.
Now I couldn't stop thinking about those hands.
The same hands that might have given David the key to the boat.
The same hands that might have helped take.
Peter had laughed and told him that falling was part of learning.
Then he had picked him up.
I had thanked him.
Now I couldn't stop thinking about those hands.
The same hands that might have given David the key to the boat.
The same hands that might have helped take my daughter.
Detective Harris arrived at the house around seven.
He carried a tablet and a folder.
"Sarah, we found something at Peter's property.""
I stood.
"What?""
"His wife my daughter.
Detective Harris arrived at the house around seven.
He carried a tablet and a folder.
"Sarah, we found something at Peter's property.""
I stood.
"What?""
"His wife gave us access to his office.""
"Did you find him?""
"No.""
"Then what did you find?""
Harris placed the tablet on the table.
A photograph appeared.
It showed a locked filing cabinet.
Inside were several folders containing financial records gave us access to his office.""
"Did you find him?""
"No.""
"Then what did you find?""
Harris placed the tablet on the table.
A photograph appeared.
It showed a locked filing cabinet.
Inside were several folders containing financial records, photographs, and copies of old identification documents.
One folder had Janice's original name written across it.
Another contained Jeremy's.
I stared.
, photographs, and copies of old identification documents.
One folder had Janice's original name written across it.
Another contained Jeremy's.
I stared.
"Why would he have documents for both children?""
Harris opened the next photograph.
There were medical records.
School records.
Copies of our family photographs.
And a handwritten list of dates.
My children's birthdays.
Their school schedules.
"Why would he have documents for both children?""
Harris opened the next photograph.
There were medical records.
School records.
Copies of our family photographs.
And a handwritten list of dates.
My children's birthdays.
Their school schedules.
The dates of their medical appointments.
My hands began to shake.
"How longThe dates of their medical appointments.
My hands began to shake.
"How long was he watching us?""
Harris looked uncomfortable.
"At least several years.""
I turned toward my father.
He was sitting near the fireplace.
He hadn't spoken much since the revelation about Daniel.
"Did you know Peter was involved?""
My father shook was he watching us?""
Harris looked uncomfortable.
"At least several years.""
I turned toward my father.
He was sitting near the fireplace.
He hadn't spoken much since the revelation about Daniel.
"Did you know Peter was involved?""
My father shook his head.
"No.""
I wanted to believe him.
But trust had become something I no longer knew how to give.
Harris enlarged one of the documents.
It was a bank his head.
"No.""
I wanted to believe him.
But trust had become something I no longer knew how to give.
Harris enlarged one of the documents.
It was a bank transfer.
Peter had received money from an offshore account connected to Richard Cole.
The date was three days after Janice transfer.
Peter had received money from an offshore account connected to Richard Cole.
The date was three days after Janice disappeared.
The amount was $300,000.
I looked at Harris.
"What was he paid for?""
"We're investigating.""
Then he opened another file.
There was a photograph of a blue plastic folder disappeared.
The amount was $300,000.
I looked at Harris.
"What was he paid for?""
"We're investigating.""
Then he opened another file.
There was a photograph of a blue plastic folder.
Inside it was a document titled:
*CONTINGENCY PLAN — SECOND CHILD.*
I felt my knees weaken.
Harris read the first page.
"According to this document, Peter was.
Inside it was a document titled:
*CONTINGENCY PLAN — SECOND CHILD.*
I felt my knees weaken.
Harris read the first page.
"According to this document, Peter was responsible for monitoring Jeremy after the disappearance.""
I stared at him.
"Monitoring him?""
"Yes.""
"Why?""
Harris looked toward my son.
"Because they were concerned he might remember what happened.""
Jeremy stood very still.
Then he whispered:
"They came to my responsible for monitoring Jeremy after the disappearance.""
I stared at him.
"Monitoring him?""
"Yes.""
"Why?""
Harris looked toward my son.
"Because they were concerned he might remember what happened.""
Jeremy stood very still.
Then he whispered:
"They came to my room.""
I turned.
"What?""
He looked at the detective.
"At night.""
His voice was shaky.
"They watched me sleep room.""
I turned.
"What?""
He looked at the detective.
"At night.""
His voice was shaky.
"They watched me sleep.""
My blood ran cold.
"When?""
Jeremy closed his eyes.
"After Janice was gone.""
He explained that several times during the first year,.""
My blood ran cold.
"When?""
Jeremy closed his eyes.
"After Janice was gone.""
He explained that several times during the first year, he had woken up and seen a man standing in the doorway.
He had thought it was his father.
But the man had been Peter.
Peter would stand there for several minutes.
Sometimes he would he had woken up and seen a man standing in the doorway.
He had thought it was his father.
But the man had been Peter.
Peter would stand there for several minutes.
Sometimes he would walk to the bed.
Sometimes he would check the notebook Jeremy kept beneath his pillow.
Jeremy had never told me.
He thought I would be walk to the bed.
Sometimes he would check the notebook Jeremy kept beneath his pillow.
Jeremy had never told me.
He thought I would be hurt.
Or that Peter would hurt me.
I pulled him into my arms.
"I'm so sorry.""
He shook his head.
Then he hurt.
Or that Peter would hurt me.
I pulled him into my arms.
"I'm so sorry.""
He shook his head.
Then he said something that made Detective Harris look up.
"He wasn't checking on me.""
"What do you mean?""
Jeremy swallowed.
"He was looking for the pictures.""
The pictures.
Jeremy explained said something that made Detective Harris look up.
"He wasn't checking on me.""
"What do you mean?""
Jeremy swallowed.
"He was looking for the pictures.""
The pictures.
Jeremy explained that on the day Janice disappeared, he had taken several photographs with her camera.
Not all of them had been saved on the device.
He had used the camera's memory card to photograph the silver car, the men, and the blue box.
He had that on the day Janice disappeared, he had taken several photographs with her camera.
Not all of them had been saved on the device.
He had used the camera's memory card to photograph the silver car, the men, and the blue box.
He had hidden the memory card inside the blue dinosaur's hollow stomach.
When David came home without Janice, Jeremy had taken the dinosaur hidden the memory card inside the blue dinosaur's hollow stomach.
When David came home without Janice, Jeremy had taken the dinosaur and hidden it beneath his bed.
He had kept it there for months.
Then one night, Peter entered his room.
He searched the drawers.
He searched the closet.
He even lifted and hidden it beneath his bed.
He had kept it there for months.
Then one night, Peter entered his room.
He searched the drawers.
He searched the closet.
He even lifted the mattress.
But he didn't find the dinosaur.
Jeremy had hidden it inside an old toy chest in the attic.
I looked at the blue dinosaur on the table.
"Is the mattress.
But he didn't find the dinosaur.
Jeremy had hidden it inside an old toy chest in the attic.
I looked at the blue dinosaur on the table.
"Is the memory card still inside?""
Jeremy nodded.
Detective Harris immediately asked an officer to retrieve the toy.
They searched it carefully.
A tiny memory the memory card still inside?""
Jeremy nodded.
Detective Harris immediately asked an officer to retrieve the toy.
They searched it carefully.
A tiny memory card was found inside the hollow plastic body.
Harris looked at Jeremy.
"You've had this all these card was found inside the hollow plastic body.
Harris looked at Jeremy.
"You've had this all these years?""
Jeremy nodded.
"Why didn't you give it to the police?""
Jeremy looked at me.
Then he wrote:
*DAD SAID HE WOULD FIND IT.*
I closed my eyes.
My husband had not only years?""
Jeremy nodded.
"Why didn't you give it to the police?""
Jeremy looked at me.
Then he wrote:
*DAD SAID HE WOULD FIND IT.*
I closed my eyes.
My husband had not only silenced my son.
He had spent years making sure he remained afraid.
The photographs were recovered within an hour.
There were six images.
The first showed the silver car.
The second showed Richard.
The third showed David.
The fourth showed Peter standing beside the silenced my son.
He had spent years making sure he remained afraid.
The photographs were recovered within an hour.
There were six images.
The first showed the silver car.
The second showed Richard.
The third showed David.
The fourth showed Peter standing beside the boat.
The fifth showed Janice crying near the open passenger door.
The sixth was the one that changed everything.
It showed Peter holding a small object.
A boat.
The fifth showed Janice crying near the open passenger door.
The sixth was the one that changed everything.
It showed Peter holding a small object.
A key.
And beside him stood another man.
A man wearing a police uniform.
Detective Harris stared at the screen.
"That's Thomas key.
And beside him stood another man.
A man wearing a police uniform.
Detective Harris stared at the screen.
"That's Thomas Bell.""
I felt sick.
The retired officer had not merely altered the evidence.
He had been physically present during the transfer.
Harris enlarged the image.
There was a date and timestamp.
March 18.
4:52 p.m Bell.""
I felt sick.
The retired officer had not merely altered the evidence.
He had been physically present during the transfer.
Harris enlarged the image.
There was a date and timestamp.
March 18.
4:52 p.m.
The exact afternoon Janice disappeared.
My father sat down heavily.
"So all three of them were there.""
Harris nodded.
"David, Richard, and Peter. Bell was also present.
The exact afternoon Janice disappeared.
My father sat down heavily.
"So all three of them were there.""
Harris nodded.
"David, Richard, and Peter. Bell was also present.""
I looked at the photographs.
"Why would a police officer help them?""
Harris didn't answer.
He was examining the sixth image.
Then he noticed something near the edge.
A small white envelope.""
I looked at the photographs.
"Why would a police officer help them?""
Harris didn't answer.
He was examining the sixth image.
Then he noticed something near the edge.
A small white envelope.
It was tucked beneath the windshield wiper of the silver car.
There was writing on it.
*FOR PETER.*
Harris enlarged the image.
Inside the envelope was a.
It was tucked beneath the windshield wiper of the silver car.
There was writing on it.
*FOR PETER.*
Harris enlarged the image.
Inside the envelope was a folded sheet.
He couldn't read the entire message.
But one sentence was visible.
**THE BOY MUST NEVER LEARN WHO HIS REAL FATHER IS. folded sheet.
He couldn't read the entire message.
But one sentence was visible.
*THE BOY MUST NEVER LEARN WHO HIS REAL FATHER IS.*
I stared at the words.
"What does that mean?""
Harris looked at me.
"I don't know.""
I turned toward Jeremy.
He had gone pale.
"Sweetheart?""
He shook his head.
Then he wrote something.
I stared at the words.
"What does that mean?""
Harris looked at me.
"I don't know.""
I turned toward Jeremy.
He had gone pale.
"Sweetheart?""
He shook his head.
Then he wrote something.
*I HEARD THEM SAY IT.*
I sat beside him.
"Say what?""
He looked at the photograph.
Then at me.
He whispered:
I HEARD THEM SAY IT.**
I sat beside him.
"Say what?""
He looked at the photograph.
Then at me.
He whispered:
"Peter said I wasn't David's son.""
The room went silent.
I felt as though someone had pulled the air from my lungs.
"Peter said I wasn't David's son.""
The room went silent.
I felt as though someone had pulled the air from my lungs.
"What?""
Jeremy repeated himself.
"He said I wasn't Dad's son.""
I stared at him.
"Who did he say your father was?""
Jeremy shook his head.
"I don't know.""
Then he remembered something else.
He wrote:
**HE SAID GRANDPA K"What?""
Jeremy repeated himself.
"He said I wasn't Dad's son.""
I stared at him.
"Who did he say your father was?""
Jeremy shook his head.
"I don't know.""
Then he remembered something else.
He wrote:
*HE SAID GRANDPA KNEW.*
I looked toward my father.
Robert stood slowly.
"Sarah...""
I couldn't speak.
My father approached Jeremy.
"Listen to me, son. I don't know what they told you.""
JeremyNEW.**
I looked toward my father.
Robert stood slowly.
"Sarah...""
I couldn't speak.
My father approached Jeremy.
"Listen to me, son. I don't know what they told you.""
Jeremy backed away.
My father stopped.
I turned toward him.
"Did you know?""
He shook his head.
"Not about Jeremy.""
"Then what backed away.
My father stopped.
I turned toward him.
"Did you know?""
He shook his head.
"Not about Jeremy.""
"Then what did you know?""
My father rubbed his forehead.
"I knew Daniel was your half-brother. I knew Richard was interested in Janice because of the inheritance. I did not know there was anything involving Jeremy.""
Detective Harris stepped forward.
"We did you know?""
My father rubbed his forehead.
"I knew Daniel was your half-brother. I knew Richard was interested in Janice because of the inheritance. I did not know there was anything involving Jeremy.""
Detective Harris stepped forward.
"We need to verify the children's biological parentage.""
I looked at him.
"Why?""
"Because the evidence suggests the financial arrangement involved both twins. We need to know whether there was another person connected to the family.""
I felt dizzy.
There need to verify the children's biological parentage.""
I looked at him.
"Why?""
"Because the evidence suggests the financial arrangement involved both twins. We need to know whether there was another person connected to the family.""
I felt dizzy.
There had been enough secrets.
Enough lies.
Enough men deciding what my children deserved.
But now someone was suggesting my son might not be David's biological child.
I looked at Jeremy.
He had been enough secrets.
Enough lies.
Enough men deciding what my children deserved.
But now someone was suggesting my son might not be David's biological child.
I looked at Jeremy.
He was watching me.
I knelt in front of him.
"Listen to me. It doesn't matter what any paper says. You are my son. Nothing changes that.""
He nodded.
Then he was watching me.
I knelt in front of him.
"Listen to me. It doesn't matter what any paper says. You are my son. Nothing changes that.""
He nodded.
Then he asked:
"Even if Dad isn't my dad?""
My eyes filled.
"Even then.""
He leaned forward and hugged me.
The asked:
"Even if Dad isn't my dad?""
My eyes filled.
"Even then.""
He leaned forward and hugged me.
The following morning, Detective Harris arranged for confidential DNA testing.
I agreed because I needed answers.
Not because I believed biology determined who belonged to our family.
Janice and Jeremy were following morning, Detective Harris arranged for confidential DNA testing.
I agreed because I needed answers.
Not because I believed biology determined who belonged to our family.
Janice and Jeremy were tested first.
Then I provided a sample.
My father was also asked to provide one because of the connection to Daniel.
The results would take several days.
Meanwhile, the investigation into Peter continued.
At noon tested first.
Then I provided a sample.
My father was also asked to provide one because of the connection to Daniel.
The results would take several days.
Meanwhile, the investigation into Peter continued.
At noon, his wife contacted the police again.
She had found a second phone hidden inside a kitchen cabinet.
The device contained several messages between Peter and David.
Harris read them in the station conference room.
One message from David,, his wife contacted the police again.
She had found a second phone hidden inside a kitchen cabinet.
The device contained several messages between Peter and David.
Harris read them in the station conference room.
One message from David, dated two days before Janice disappeared, said:
**Make sure the boy stays with me. The dated two days before Janice disappeared, said:
*Make sure the boy stays with me. The girl is the priority.*
Peter had replied:
*What if he sees everything?*
David's answer was chilling.
*He won't be a problem.*
Another message, sent three days after the disappearance, read:
*The mother girl is the priority.*
Peter had replied:
*What if he sees everything?*
David's answer was chilling.
*He won't be a problem.*
Another message, sent three days after the disappearance, read:
*The mother believes the story. Keep checking the boy.*
Peter replied:
*He hasn't spoken. I think we're safe.*
I had to put the phone down.
I couldn't believes the story. Keep checking the boy.**
Peter replied:
*He hasn't spoken. I think we're safe.*
I had to put the phone down.
I couldn't bear to read another word.
Then Harris opened a final conversation.
It was between Peter and an unknown number.
The messages were dated six months earlier.
Peter had written:
**The boy still has the bear to read another word.
Then Harris opened a final conversation.
It was between Peter and an unknown number.
The messages were dated six months earlier.
Peter had written:
*The boy still has the memory. He never forgot the car.*
The unknown person replied:
*Then we need to finish what we started.*
Peter answered:
*Not until I know where the evidence is.*
The memory. He never forgot the car.**
The unknown person replied:
*Then we need to finish what we started.*
Peter answered:
*Not until I know where the evidence is.*
The unknown person sent one final message.
*If he speaks, both children become a problem.*
I felt sick.
"Who unknown person sent one final message.
*If he speaks, both children become a problem.*
I felt sick.
"Who is that number registered to?""
Harris looked at his computer.
Then he slowly turned the screen toward me.
The number belonged to a company registered under my father's name.
Robert Miller is that number registered to?""
Harris looked at his computer.
Then he slowly turned the screen toward me.
The number belonged to a company registered under my father's name.
Robert Miller Holdings.
I turned toward my father.
He stood in the doorway.
His face was white.
"Robert?""
He stared at the screen.
Then he whispered:
"That's not possible.""
Harris asked him to sit.
My father shook his head.
"I sold that company years ago.""
"To whom?""
He looked at me.
" Holdings.
I turned toward my father.
He stood in the doorway.
His face was white.
"Robert?""
He stared at the screen.
Then he whispered:
"That's not possible.""
Harris asked him to sit.
My father shook his head.
"I sold that company years ago.""
"To whom?""
He looked at me.
"Peter.""
I felt the last pieces of the puzzle falling into place.
Peter had used my father's company.
He had monitored my children.
He had helped David.
And he had kept the secret long afterPeter.""
I felt the last pieces of the puzzle falling into place.
Peter had used my father's company.
He had monitored my children.
He had helped David.
And he had kept the secret long after Richard died.
But why?
Why was he still protecting the arrangement?
That evening, the DNA results arrived Richard died.
But why?
Why was he still protecting the arrangement?
That evening, the DNA results arrived.
Detective Harris asked me to come to the station alone.
I refused.
I brought Jeremy and Janice.
My father came too.
The envelope lay on the table.
Harris opened it.
He read.
Detective Harris asked me to come to the station alone.
I refused.
I brought Jeremy and Janice.
My father came too.
The envelope lay on the table.
Harris opened it.
He read the first page.
Then he looked at me.
"Sarah, the results confirm that you are the biological mother of both children.""
I nodded.
That part the first page.
Then he looked at me.
"Sarah, the results confirm that you are the biological mother of both children.""
I nodded.
That part had never been in doubt.
He turned to the next page.
"The results also confirm that Jeremy is not biologically related to David Miller.""
I felt my chest tighten.
Jeremy stared at the table.
Harris continued.
"However, the test had never been in doubt.
He turned to the next page.
"The results also confirm that Jeremy is not biologically related to David Miller.""
I felt my chest tighten.
Jeremy stared at the table.
Harris continued.
"However, the test identifies a close biological relationship between Jeremy and Daniel Miller.""
I looked up.
"Daniel?""
Harris nodded.
"Your half-brother.""
My father slowly sat down.
I couldn't identifies a close biological relationship between Jeremy and Daniel Miller.""
I looked up.
"Daniel?""
Harris nodded.
"Your half-brother.""
My father slowly sat down.
I couldn't speak.
Harris placed another page in front of me.
"The probability of Daniel being Jeremy's biological father is extremely high, based on the available samples and the documented family relationship.""
I stared at the report.
Then I looked at Jeremy.
He was my nephew's son speak.
Harris placed another page in front of me.
"The probability of Daniel being Jeremy's biological father is extremely high, based on the available samples and the documented family relationship.""
I stared at the report.
Then I looked at Jeremy.
He was my nephew's son.
My half-brother's child.
The same family connection that had made Janice the heir.
But there was something else.
I looked at the dates.
My half-brother's child.
The same family connection that had made Janice the heir.
But there was something else.
I looked at the dates.
Jeremy had been conceived before Daniel died.
Which meant David had known.
He had known that Jeremy wasn't his biological son.
I turned toward my father.
"Did David know?""
My father nodded slowly.
"Yes.
Jeremy had been conceived before Daniel died.
Which meant David had known.
He had known that Jeremy wasn't his biological son.
I turned toward my father.
"Did David know?""
My father nodded slowly.
"Yes.""
I looked at Harris.
"Then why did he raise Jeremy?""
The detective turned to the final page.
There was a handwritten note attached to the original.""
I looked at Harris.
"Then why did he raise Jeremy?""
The detective turned to the final page.
There was a handwritten note attached to the original inheritance file.
It was written by Richard Cole.
**The boy must remain with David because his biological inheritance file.
It was written by Richard Cole.
*The boy must remain with David because his biological father left a second inheritance. If both children disappear, the estate will be investigated. If the boy remains, David can maintain control until the legal claims expire.*
I stared at the paper.
The father left a second inheritance. If both children disappear, the estate will be investigated. If the boy remains, David can maintain control until the legal claims expire.**
I stared at the paper.
The truth was worse than I had imagined.
David had not kept Jeremy because he loved him.
He had kept him because Jeremy was useful.
And the person who had been manipulating all truth was worse than I had imagined.
David had not kept Jeremy because he loved him.
He had kept him because Jeremy was useful.
And the person who had been manipulating all of us wasn't only interested in Janice's inheritance.
He had been waiting for Jeremy's too.
I looked at Detective Harris.
"Who else knows about this inheritance?""
Harris hesitated.
"Someone of us wasn't only interested in Janice's inheritance.
He had been waiting for Jeremy's too.
I looked at Detective Harris.
"Who else knows about this inheritance?""
Harris hesitated.
"Someone filed a claim against Daniel's estate yesterday.""
"Who?""
He turned the final page.
The claimant's name was printed beneath a law firm's letterhead.
*PETER LAWSON.*
I looked at my father.
Then at my children.
Peter filed a claim against Daniel's estate yesterday.""
"Who?""
He turned the final page.
The claimant's name was printed beneath a law firm's letterhead.
*PETER LAWSON.*
I looked at my father.
Then at my children.
Peter hadn't disappeared because he was afraid of being arrested.
He had disappeared because he was preparing to claim everything.
And according to the legal filing, he was claiming that both children were incapable of inheriting because their identities hadn't disappeared because he was afraid of being arrested.
He had disappeared because he was preparing to claim everything.
And according to the legal filing, he was claiming that both children were incapable of inheriting because their identities had been falsified.
I felt my hands curl into fists.
"Find him.""
Harris nodded.
"We're trying.""
Then the station phone rang.
An officer answered.
Listened.
And immediately called Harris.
The had been falsified.
I felt my hands curl into fists.
"Find him.""
Harris nodded.
"We're trying.""
Then the station phone rang.
An officer answered.
Listened.
And immediately called Harris.
The detective stood.
"What's happened?""
The officer looked at me.
"Peter Lawson has contacted us.""
My heart began pounding.
detective stood.
"What's happened?""
The officer looked at me.
"Peter Lawson has contacted us.""
My heart began pounding.
"Where is he?""
The officer swallowed.
"He says he will surrender.""
I felt a strange relief.
Then the officer added:
"On one condition.""
"What condition?""
He looked directly at Jeremy.
"He wants to speak to the boy alone.""
I stepped in"Where is he?""
The officer swallowed.
"He says he will surrender.""
I felt a strange relief.
Then the officer added:
"On one condition.""
"What condition?""
He looked directly at Jeremy.
"He wants to speak to the boy alone.""
I stepped in front of my son.
"Absolutely not.""
But Jeremy gently touched my arm.
He looked at the officer.
Then at me.
And front of my son.
"Absolutely not.""
But Jeremy gently touched my arm.
He looked at the officer.
Then at me.
And for the first time, he spoke without hesitation.
"Let him come.""
I stared at him.
"Jeremy, no.""
He swallowed.
for the first time, he spoke without hesitation.
"Let him come.""
I stared at him.
"Jeremy, no.""
He swallowed.
"I want to know why he came into my room.""
He looked at his sister.
Then back at me.
"And I want him to tell me who my father really was.""
I took his face between my hands.
"Whatever"I want to know why he came into my room.""
He looked at his sister.
Then back at me.
"And I want him to tell me who my father really was.""
I took his face between my hands.
"Whatever happens, you don't have to prove anything to anyone.""
Jeremy nodded.
Then he said something that made Detective Harris go completely still.
"I already know what he did.""
He paused.
"I just need him to admit it.""
And then happens, you don't have to prove anything to anyone.""
Jeremy nodded.
Then he said something that made Detective Harris go completely still.
"I already know what he did.""
He paused.
"I just need him to admit it.""
And then the station phone rang again.
This time, it was Peter himself.
His voice came through the speaker.
"Sarah, I know you're listening.""
the station phone rang again.
This time, it was Peter himself.
His voice came through the speaker.
"Sarah, I know you're listening.""
I froze.
Peter continued.
"Before you let Jeremy hear the truth, you should know something about Daniel.""
A pause.
ThenI froze.
Peter continued.
"Before you let Jeremy hear the truth, you should know something about Daniel.""
A pause.
Then he said:
"Daniel didn't die in an accident. He was murdered the night he tried to tell you who your children's father really was.""
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he said:
"Daniel didn't die in an accident. He was murdered the night he tried to tell you who your children's father really was.""
