Chapter 6 - The Dead Mother Returned With the Truth About the Explosion
Arthur found his mother the next day.
She was living under another name in a small house outside Chicago.
When he entered, she cried.
He didn't.
He stood several feet away.
“You let me believe you were dead.”
“I had to.”
“You let me believe Daniel was dead.”
“I had to.”
“You let me believe my father was innocent.”
She looked down.
“I was protecting you.”
“You blinded me.”
Her face collapsed.
“No.”
“Then who did?”
She told him.
The organization had been controlled by a man named Samuel Voss.
His father had been involved.
But Samuel had wanted control.
Daniel had discovered financial records.
Arthur had unknowingly inherited access to them.
The explosion was designed to destroy the records and kill Daniel.
Arthur survived.
His mother believed he would eventually uncover the truth.
But she had been wrong.
Samuel had spent two years hunting the remaining evidence.
Nora realized something.
“The room.”
Arthur looked at her.
“B-17 contains the records.”
His mother nodded.
“Not all.”
“Where's the rest?”
She handed Nora a key.
“Chicago Central Station.”
Nora stared.
“Locker 417.”
Arthur understood.
Daniel had hidden the evidence.
They found the locker.
Inside was a red folder.
Exactly like the one Arthur remembered.
There were bank records.
Photographs.
Names.
Politicians.
Police officers.
Businessmen.
And one final photograph.
Samuel Voss.
Standing beside Arthur's father.
And Dr. Evelyn Shaw.
But there was another person.
Arthur's own uncle.
Thomas Kane.
Arthur whispered:
“My uncle.”
Nora looked at him.
“He's alive?”
Arthur nodded.
“Apparently.”
They didn't know Thomas had been watching them.
By the time they returned to the estate, Thomas had already entered.
He took Nora.
Arthur arrived too late.
Her phone was left on the floor.
Arthur picked it up.
A message appeared.
COME ALONE IF YOU WANT HER ALIVE.
Vincent tried to stop him.
“You can't go.”
Arthur turned.
“I can.”
“You'll die.”
Arthur smiled.
“I've been blind for two years.”
He picked up his cane.
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“But I've never been helpless.”
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