Chapter 5 - Richard Kane Claimed He Knew the Truth About My Family—Then He Revealed Why He Had Been Hunting Me for YearsWe found Kane's warehouse empty.
Except for a projector.
It switched on automatically.
Kane appeared on the screen.
Older.
Gray-haired.
Smiling.
“Daniel.”
I stared at him.
“You've become exactly what I expected.”
I said nothing.
He continued.
“You think this is about Emily.”
The screen changed.
A photograph appeared.
My father.
My mother.
And a younger Richard Kane standing beside them.
I froze.
I had never seen that photograph.
Kane smiled.
“Your father and I were partners.”
My chest tightened.
“That is a lie.”
“Your father wasn't the innocent businessman you remember.”
I remembered almost nothing from the final years before my parents died.
My father had always been secretive.
My mother had always warned us never to ask questions.
Kane revealed that my father had been involved in a criminal organization.
He had tried to leave.
Kane hadn't allowed it.
Then my parents died.
The official story had been an automobile accident.
Kane claimed otherwise.
“Your father was going to testify.”
“Against you?”
“Against everyone.”
I stared at the screen.
“Why did you wait twenty years?”
“Because I needed you.”
“For what?”
“You inherited something.”
My expression hardened.
“What?”
“Your father's ledger.”
I laughed.
“I don't have it.”
Kane smiled.
“You don't know where it is.”
The screen went black.
A second video appeared.
It showed my childhood home.
The old house.
The basement.
A wooden chest.
I recognized it.
My father had always forbidden us from touching it.
Kane said:
“Your father hid everything there.”
Then the video ended.
I immediately called Marcus.
“We're going home.”
The house had been abandoned for years.
Dust covered everything.
We found the basement.
The chest was still there.
Inside was no money.
No weapons.
Only a photograph.
And a key.
The photograph showed my father holding Emily as a baby.
On the back, he had written:
If Daniel ever finds this, tell him the truth.
I turned the key over.
An address was engraved into it.
Baltimore Harbor.
Warehouse 17.
Marcus looked at me.
“Boss.”
I nodded.
“Kane wants us there.”
“Trap?”
“Absolutely.”
May you like
I smiled.
“Then let's spring it.”
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