Chapter 6 - The Missing DaughterDaniel stood at the tunnel entrance long after Richard disappeared.
Vanessa stood beside Richard like she belonged there.
Not frightened.
Not imprisoned.
Not reluctant.
Her hand rested casually on the back of Eleanor Mercer’s chair.
Six years of marriage collapsed into one photograph.
Marcus immediately called federal contacts.
Daniel stopped him.
“No.”
Marcus stared.
“They have your mother.”
“And Vale expects me to call law enforcement.”
“That doesn’t mean we don’t.”
“It means we don’t do exactly what he expects.”
Daniel enlarged the photograph.
Behind them was a concrete wall.
Rust.
A green metal cabinet.
Nothing obvious.
Then Eli leaned closer.
“I’ve been there.”
Daniel turned.
“What?”
“That room.”
“You’re sure?”
Eli nodded.
“My mom took me there once.”
“When?”
“Last year.”
“Where?”
“I don’t know the address.”
Daniel crouched.
“Think.”
Eli closed his eyes.
“We took a bus. Then another bus. There were trains nearby. I could hear them.”
“What did the outside look like?”
“Big brick building. Broken windows. There was a painted bird on the wall.”
Daniel and Marcus looked at each other.
“A blue bird?” Marcus asked.
Eli nodded slowly.
Daniel’s pulse jumped.
Blue bird.
His father’s emergency phrase.
Maybe not random at all.
Daniel searched old Mercer Development properties.
Dozens.
Then one caught his eye.
Bluebird Ceramics Plant.
Purchased by Thomas Mercer in 1998.
Abandoned in 2003.
Located beside old freight tracks on Chicago’s South Side.
Daniel looked at Marcus.
“That’s it.”
“You don’t know that.”
“No. But it’s where we start.”
Before leaving, Daniel needed answers about Vanessa.
Marcus’s investigators worked quickly.
By noon, the woman Daniel knew as Vanessa Cole barely existed.
Her college transcripts were real but issued under a legally changed identity.
Her original birth certificate listed:
Victoria Elise Vale.
Father:
Richard Anthony Vale.
Mother:
Marianne Vale.
Daniel read the document without speaking.
Marcus sat across from him.
“She changed her name at nineteen.”
“Two years after her father supposedly died.”
“Correct.”
“Then she spent twelve years building an entirely new identity before meeting me.”
Marcus nodded.
“Your marriage wasn’t spontaneous.”
Daniel thought of their first meeting.
A museum fundraiser.
Vanessa spilling champagne after someone bumped her.
Daniel handing her a napkin.
She had laughed.
“You’re Daniel Mercer.”
He had teased her.
“Should I be worried that you know that?”
She smiled.
“Only if you’re dangerous.”
He had believed it was flirtation.
Now it sounded like reconnaissance.
Eli watched him.
“You loved her?”
Daniel looked at the boy.
“Yes.”
“Do you still?”
The question hurt more than Daniel expected.
“I don’t know who she is.”
Eli nodded as if he understood that kind of grief.
“Sometimes that’s worse.”
Daniel studied him.
“How old are you really?”
“Eleven.”
“You talk like you’re forty.”
“My mom said living scared makes you old early.”
Daniel had no response.
At dusk, Daniel and Marcus drove toward Bluebird Ceramics.
Federal agents followed at a distance despite Daniel’s objections.
He eventually accepted Marcus’s argument: saving his mother mattered more than proving he could handle Richard alone.
Eli stayed behind.
Or at least that was the plan.
Twenty minutes into the drive, a voice came from behind Daniel’s seat.
“You missed the turn.”
Daniel nearly slammed the brakes.
“Eli?”
The boy rose from beneath a blanket.
Marcus cursed.
Daniel pulled over.
“What are you doing?”
“You don’t know the building.”
“You are not going inside.”
“I know a way under it.”
Daniel stared at him.
“You were there more than once?”
Eli nodded.
“My mom took me through a tunnel.”
“Why?”
“She hid something.”
“What?”
“She wouldn’t tell me.”
Daniel looked at Marcus.
“This changes things.”
“No,” Marcus said. “It changes nothing. The child stays in the car.”
Daniel agreed.
They reached the property at 7:10.
The old factory stood dark against the winter sky.
Faded blue paint formed the outline of a bird above a loading door.
Daniel’s heartbeat accelerated.
They parked two blocks away.
Eli pointed toward an overgrown drainage ditch.
“The tunnel is there.”
Daniel contacted the federal team.
Agents moved into position.
Eli grabbed his sleeve.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“My mom said never go through the tunnel if the red light is on.”
Daniel looked toward the building.
In one upper window, a red bulb glowed.
“What does it mean?”
“Someone’s waiting.”
Daniel understood.
A trap.
They changed approach.
Federal agents entered from the north side while Daniel and Marcus moved beneath the loading dock.
Inside, they found fresh tire tracks.
Empty food containers.
Electrical cables.
Someone had been using the factory.
Daniel heard voices upstairs.
One was Vanessa.
“You don’t understand him.”
Richard answered.
“I understand Mercer men perfectly.”
“He won’t trade the evidence if he thinks she’s already dead.”
“She won’t be dead until he arrives.”
Daniel’s hands curled into fists.
They were close.
A federal agent signaled him to stay back.
Then Eleanor screamed.
Daniel moved anyway.
He entered the old kiln room.
His mother sat tied to a chair exactly as shown in the photograph.
Vanessa stood beside her.
Richard was nowhere visible.
Vanessa’s eyes widened.
“Daniel.”
He raised his hands.
“Where is he?”
“You shouldn’t have come.”
“You kidnapped my mother.”
“I didn’t.”
“You’re standing beside her.”
“I tried to stop him.”
Daniel laughed bitterly.
“Stop lying.”
“I’m not lying!”
Eleanor spoke weakly.
“Daniel, listen to her.”
Daniel turned toward his mother.
“What?”
“Victoria saved my life.”
Daniel stared at Vanessa.
Then gunfire erupted upstairs.
Agents shouted.
Richard had anticipated them.
Vanessa cut Eleanor’s restraints.
“Move!”
A bullet struck the wall.
Daniel grabbed his mother.
They ran toward the corridor.
Smoke began filling the factory.
Richard had set fires.
Vanessa stayed behind Daniel.
Marcus yelled from the stairwell.
“This way!”
They reached the loading dock.
Then Daniel heard a child’s scream.
“Daniel!”
Eli.
Daniel spun around.
The boy was standing near the tunnel entrance.
A man had grabbed him.
Richard Vale.
Silver hair.
Black coat.
Gun pressed against Eli’s ribs.
Daniel stopped.
“No.”
Richard smiled.
“Thomas had the same weakness.”
Daniel raised his hands.
“Take me.”
“Eventually.”
“Let the kid go.”
Richard looked down at Eli.
“Rachel’s little insurance policy.”
Eli struggled.
Richard tightened his grip.
“You know, Daniel, that boy has no idea how important he is.”
Daniel’s stomach dropped.
“What does that mean?”
Richard smiled.
“Rachel never told him?”
“Told him what?”
Richard’s eyes gleamed.
“That Eli Bennett isn’t Rachel’s son.”
Eli went completely still.
Daniel felt as though the world had tilted.
Richard continued.
“Rachel didn’t give birth to him.”
“Shut up,” Vanessa snapped.
Richard ignored her.
“She rescued him.”
“From who?” Daniel demanded.
Richard’s smile disappeared.
“From me.”
Federal agents moved closer.
Richard dragged Eli backward.
Daniel followed.
“Who are his parents?”
Richard looked directly at him.
“His mother was your sister.”
Daniel’s face emptied.
“Claire?”
Richard laughed.
“No.”
Daniel had only one sister.
Unless—
Richard whispered, “The Mercer family has been keeping more secrets than you realize.”
Then the floor beneath Richard exploded with smoke.
He disappeared into the tunnel with Eli.
Daniel ran after them.
“ELI!”
Only Richard’s voice came back through the darkness.
“Bring me the case, Daniel.”
May you like
A pause.
“Or the last Mercer heir dies with the truth.”
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