Chapter 3 - The Maid Who Found the Second CrimeHunter moved into a guest room.
She hated it.
The room was bigger than her apartment.
The bed was softer than anything she had owned.
Yet she couldn't sleep.
Every sound reminded her of Lily.
One night, she walked downstairs for water.
She heard a faint cry.
Not Leo.
Someone else's.
A woman's voice.
Hunter followed it.
It came from the old service corridor.
A door she had never noticed was slightly open.
She pushed it.
Inside was a storage room.
Boxes.
Old medical supplies.
And a file cabinet.
The crying stopped.
Hunter froze.
There was nobody there.
But on the floor sat an old hospital bracelet.
LILY HAYES.
Hunter's breath caught.
Her daughter's bracelet.
Impossible.
She picked it up.
Then a voice came from behind her.
“You shouldn't be here.”
Hunter spun.
Lorenzo.
He stared at the bracelet in her hand.
“What is that?”
“My daughter's.”
“How?”
“I don't know.”
He stepped closer.
His expression changed.
“Where did you find it?”
“Here.”
He looked at the cabinet.
“Open it.”
Inside were medical records.
Not just Leo's.
Lily's.
Hunter stared.
Her daughter's entire hospital file had been copied.
Why would the Rossi family have it?
Lorenzo looked at the first page.
His face drained of color.
“Date of birth.”
Hunter read it.
The same date Lily had been born.
“Why does my daughter's file have Rossi documentation?”
Lorenzo looked at her.
“I don't know.”
Then he found something.
A blood-type comparison.
Leo.
Lily.
Identical.
Hunter frowned.
“That's impossible.”
“Why?”
“My daughter had a rare blood type.”
“So does Leo.”
Hunter looked at him.
“What are you saying?”
He turned the page.
Someone had written:
MATCH CONFIRMED.
Her heart stopped.
“No.”
Lorenzo looked at her.
“The hospital might have mixed the records.”
“But Lily was my daughter.”
“Yes.”
“Then why is her blood in your son's file?”
They stared at each other.
Then Dr. Gallagher arrived.
Lorenzo showed him the documents.
The doctor read them.
His face changed.
“These records aren't from the hospital.”
“What?”
“These were created later.”
“By whom?”
“I don't know.”
Hunter felt sick.
She grabbed the cabinet.
“Someone took something from my daughter.”
Lorenzo caught her shoulders.
“Hunter.”
“No.”
She shook him off.
“Someone took my daughter's blood.”
The thought was unbearable.
Then Leo began crying upstairs.
Hunter ran.
She reached the nursery.
The baby was alone.
His monitor was alarming.
And beside his crib was a small bottle.
Not milk.
A clear liquid.
Hunter's blood went cold.
Someone had just tried to poison him again.
This time she saw movement in the hallway.
A shadow.
Hunter shouted,
“Lorenzo!”
The man ran.
Security chased.
Lorenzo reached the nursery.
Hunter was holding Leo.
The bottle was on the floor.
He stared at her.
“You saved him again.”
Hunter looked toward the hallway.
“No.”
Her voice shook.
“They saved him.”
“Who?”
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She held up the old bracelet.
“Whoever took Lily's blood.”
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