Chapter 14 - The House Goes Dark
I moved Isabella out that afternoon.
No debate.
No strategy.
Safety came first.
Maya took her to a private location known only to Leah, Dr. Ellis, and two investigators.
I stayed at the house.
Not because I was brave.
Because I wanted whoever was still watching to believe Isabella remained there.
At 10:43 p.m., the power went out.
The backup generator should have started in seven seconds.
It did not.
My phone lost the home network.
Exactly what the investigators expected.
Somebody had cut external power and disabled the generator relay.
I sat in darkness and waited.
A door opened downstairs.
Then another.
Footsteps crossed the kitchen.
The blue basement door creaked.
Someone wanted the server room.
I followed at a distance with two plainclothes officers behind me.
A flashlight moved below.
Then Beatriz's voice.
"Where is it?"
Another voice answered.
Raymond.
"She moved the backup."
My uncle.
The man who held me at my father's funeral.
The man who sent Isabella birthday checks every year.
The man who had been inside the machinery of this from the beginning.
Beatriz hissed, "Grant has copies."
"Then we need the originals gone before court."
"And Isabella?"
My entire body went still.
Raymond answered.
"The girl is a witness problem. Nothing more."
I stepped into the doorway.
"She's my daughter."
Both turned.
Beatriz's face drained.
Raymond did not look surprised.
"There he is."
"You photographed her last night."
He smiled faintly.
"I wanted to know where Maya took her."
"You didn't."
His smile disappeared.
Beatriz looked toward the stairs.
The officers stepped forward.
"Don't."
She froze.
Raymond laughed.
"You brought police into your own house?"
"I brought witnesses."
For once, he had nothing to say.
The officers detained both while a search team entered through the garage.
Beatriz started crying.
Not like Isabella cried.
Loudly.
Desperately.
"Grant, listen to me."
"I've been listening for months."
"Raymond planned this."
My uncle barked a laugh.
"Now I'm the mastermind?"
"You contacted me."
"You were stealing before I met you."
There it was.
People who conspired together often became honest the moment the room changed.
Beatriz pointed at Raymond.
"He told me about the trust."
Raymond snapped, "And you told me you could control the kid."
My stomach twisted.
"Stop calling her that."
They both looked at me.
I continued.
"Her name is Isabella."
The officers led them upstairs.
I should have felt relief.
Instead, I stood in the basement staring at the empty chair where Beatriz had built a case against me.
Then Leah called.
"Grant, don't celebrate."
"I'm not."
"Beatriz's emergency hearing is still on for tomorrow."
"She's in custody."
"Temporary custody matters don't vanish because the petitioner may have committed crimes. The judge still has to decide what's safest for Isabella."
I understood.
Evidence against Beatriz did not automatically prove I had been a good father.
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And the next morning, I would have to answer for the part of this that belonged to me.
