Chapter 12 - THE MAN IN THE OLD OFFICE
Marcus Vale called me himself.
No blocked number.
No messenger.
No little game.
His name appeared on my screen at 8:03 that evening.
I answered in the hospital cafeteria.
"Marcus."
"Daniel."
His voice had aged less than I expected.
Still smooth.
Still patient.
Still designed to make the other person sound emotional by comparison.
"You finally learned to call from your own phone."
"You finally learned not to break one when you're angry."
I looked down at my hand.
He remembered too much.
"Where are you?"
"That's a dangerous question from you."
"You contacted me."
"I thought you might want the truth about Elena."
My chair scraped the floor.
"Talk."
"Not on the phone."
"Then goodbye."
"Old dock office. Forty minutes."
"No."
A pause.
"You really have changed."
"That's what dead wives and living daughters do."
His breath moved softly through the line.
"Bring Park if you want."
That surprised me.
"You know her name."
"Daniel, I know the badge number of the officer standing outside Renata's room."
The cafeteria became cold.
"If anyone goes near her—"
"There he is."
Marcus sounded almost sad.
"The old voice."
I closed my eyes.
"Forty minutes."
I called Park before leaving the chair.
She swore for twelve uninterrupted seconds.
Then she said, "Do not move."
We went together.
The old dock office had once been mine.
Now it belonged to a logistics company that stored imported stone.
The owner was conveniently absent.
Marcus waited in the upstairs conference room.
He wore a charcoal suit and no tie.
Silver hair.
Expensive glasses.
A man who could appear on a charity board without anyone checking old court transcripts.
Park searched him.
He spread his arms.
"Detective, I'm a lawyer."
"I've arrested lawyers."
"I'm sure they were devastated."
No gun.
No recorder we could find.
Marcus sat in the chair I used to sit in.
That felt deliberate.
"You look good, Daniel."
"Renata doesn't."
His smile faded.
"I did not order what happened to her."
"You were in the room."
"I arrived after things had started."
"The audio says otherwise."
He looked at Park.
"Interesting."
"Careful," she said.
"You're close to discussing evidence in an active case."
Marcus smiled.
"Then perhaps Daniel and I should discuss his marriage instead."
I stayed standing.
"You said you knew the truth."
"I know pieces. That's more honest."
"Start with Elena."
He leaned back.
"She planned to leave you."
"I heard."
That annoyed him.
"From Luis?"
"Does it matter?"
"It matters because Luis is a frightened old man who has edited his conscience for two decades."
"And you're what?"
"A frightened old man with better tailoring."
Park actually looked away to hide something.
Marcus continued.
"Elena found the hidden fund. She believed you had lied about closing the organization."
"Mateo kept it."
"Without your permission?"
"Yes."
Marcus laughed quietly.
"That's convenient."
"It's also true."
"Truth and convenience are not mutually exclusive."
"Did you kill her?"
His face went flat.
"No."
"Did you order Luis to follow her?"
"No."
"Did Arturo?"
"Ask Arturo."
"Did your car follow her?"
A pause.
"Nora used the Buick."
"Nora is dead."
For the first time, Marcus looked genuinely surprised.
It lasted less than a second.
Park saw it too.
"You didn't know," she said.
Marcus recovered.
"I haven't spoken to Nora in years."
"Your reaction says you believed she was alive."
"Your interpretation is not evidence."
"Neither is your haircut. I still noticed it."
Marcus ignored her.
He took a small digital player from his pocket.
Park's hand moved toward her weapon.
"Slow."
He placed it on the table.
"A recording Elena made in my office."
I stared at it.
"Why would she meet you?"
"Because I knew things about your old network she needed."
"You betrayed me."
"Yes."
"Why would she trust you?"
"She didn't. She needed me. Different thing."
Park took the player.
"This becomes evidence."
Marcus shrugged.
"Copy it."
She pressed play.
Elena's voice filled the old room.
You don't understand, Marcus.
If Daniel learns what I did, he'll never forgive me.
Marcus's younger voice answered.
What did you do?
Elena inhaled.
I gave them access to his accounts.
My stomach dropped.
Park stopped the recording.
Marcus watched me.
"Keep going."
"No," Park said. "Not until we image it."
"You think I altered it?"
"I assume everything is altered until somebody smarter than you proves otherwise."
Marcus smiled.
"I like her."
"I don't care."
I looked at him.
"Access to what accounts?"
"The hidden fund."
"She didn't control it."
"She found credentials."
"How?"
"Mateo's office."
My jaw tightened.
"Why would she give anyone access?"
Marcus looked toward the dark windows.
"Because federal investigators promised they could freeze the money before it was used to finance another round of corruption."
"So she cooperated."
"Yes."
"That isn't betrayal."
"Not of you?"
"No."
He studied me.
"You really have changed."
"You keep saying that like you're disappointed."
"I'm fascinated."
"Try a zoo."
Park's phone buzzed.
She checked it.
Her expression sharpened.
"We have to go."
"What happened?"
"Lab finished preliminary imaging on the microSD card."
Marcus stood.
"Then I'm leaving."
Park blocked him.
"No, you're coming with us."
"Am I under arrest?"
"Not yet."
"Then no."
He walked toward the stairs.
I wanted to stop him.
Park shook her head once.
I let him go.
Outside, she showed me the message from the lab.
The card contained thousands of financial records.
Most were corrupted.
One folder was intact.
Its name was simply RENATA.
Inside were bank statements dated after Elena's death.
The beneficiary on every transfer was a trust I had never created.
A trust in my daughter's name.
Someone had been moving money to Renata for nineteen years.
And the account administrator was Marcus Vale.
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(To be continued)
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