Chapter 14 - The House With No Safe Rooms
Hale's face recovered before anyone else in the foyer spoke.
"Movement after spinal trauma can be unpredictable."
Nicholas looked at him.
"That is not what you told me."
"Your prior examinations showed no meaningful voluntary function."
"Dr. Shah disagrees."
Claire's eyes snapped toward him.
There it was again.
Fear.
Not surprise.
Not hope.
Fear.
Hannah saw it clearly this time.
Nicholas did too.
"Who is Dr. Shah?" Hale asked.
"A neurologist who did not decide my future before examining me."
Hale's jaw tightened.
Claire took a step backward.
Walter noticed.
"Leaving?"
"I am going upstairs."
Nicholas's voice stopped her.
"No."
Claire turned slowly.
"Excuse me?"
"You are leaving the estate tonight."
"My belongings are here."
"They will be delivered wherever you want."
"You cannot throw me out because we argued."
Nicholas wiped the last trace of blood from his mouth.
"I am throwing you out because you hit me."
Claire looked toward the remaining guests.
"You are humiliating yourself."
"Then imagine how embarrassing it will be when the front gate closes behind you."
For a second the mask disappeared completely.
Hatred looked back at him.
Then Claire smiled.
"Fine."
She picked up her purse from a side table.
"I will stay at the Drake."
She looked at Hannah.
"Enjoy the house while it lasts."
Then she walked out.
Hale followed five minutes later after Nicholas formally revoked permission for him to provide treatment.
Lorraine left after confirming Hannah remained suspended by the agency.
Nicholas waited until the doors closed.
Then he looked at Hannah.
"I assume you are going to tell me I need a nurse."
"You need a nurse."
"You are suspended."
"From the agency."
Walter sighed.
"Here we go."
Hannah folded her arms.
"You can hire me directly as a private clinical consultant until the investigation ends."
Nicholas raised an eyebrow.
"Can I?"
"Yes, if your lawyers confirm the arrangement and my license remains active."
"And if the agency sues?"
"Then you can introduce them to your lawyers."
Nicholas looked at Walter.
"Hire her."
"Already drafted."
Hannah turned.
Walter almost smiled.
"I know both of you."
The humor lasted less than a minute.
One of the new security officers entered the foyer holding a small black device in a gloved hand.
"Mr. Valenti, we found this beneath the library desk."
Walter's face changed.
Hannah stepped closer.
The object was no larger than a coin.
A listening device.
Nicholas looked toward the library.
"Search the house."
The search lasted until four in the morning.
They found seven devices.
One under the library desk.
One behind an outlet in Nicholas's bedroom.
One inside a lamp in the medication office.
One beneath the dining-room sideboard.
One inside Walter's office.
One in the garage.
And one in Hannah's former bedroom.
Hannah stared at the tiny transmitter on the evidence cloth.
"How long?"
The security technician shook his head.
"Could be weeks."
"Could be months."
Nicholas sat at the end of the library table.
His face had gone beyond anger into something quieter.
"There are no safe rooms in my own house."
Walter looked older than he had the week before.
"Not yet."
"How were they installed?"
"We are checking contractor access."
"Check every employee."
"Already doing it."
Hannah looked at the device from her former bedroom.
"Someone heard every call I made from there."
"Possibly."
"They heard me talk to Ethan."
Walter did not answer.
Hannah's stomach turned.
She thought of the paper cranes delivered to the apartment.
The threat had not required sophisticated surveillance.
She had given them Ethan's name over the phone herself.
Nicholas saw her face.
"He is moving tomorrow."
"No."
"Hannah--"
"No one from this house knows where he is now."
"Keep it that way."
"I intend to."
At 4:20, a security analyst entered with a laptop.
"We traced one purchase batch."
Walter stood.
"To whom?"
"The devices were purchased through a corporate security supplier."
"Account name?"
The analyst looked uncomfortable.
"Bell Strategic Services."
The room went silent.
Hannah looked at Walter.
Nicholas did not move.
"Your company?" he asked.
Walter's face went blank.
"An old subsidiary."
"Active?"
"Barely."
"Who has purchasing authority?"
Walter did not answer quickly enough.
Nicholas's expression hardened.
"Walter."
"I do."
Hannah felt the floor shift beneath the entire investigation.
Walter walked toward the analyst.
"Show me."
The purchase order carried his electronic approval.
Date.
Time.
Internal authentication code.
Everything looked legitimate.
Walter stared at the screen.
"I did not approve this."
Nicholas laughed without humor.
"Welcome to the club."
Walter looked at him.
"You think I installed them?"
"I think someone has used my signature."
"Someone used Hannah's login."
"Now someone used yours."
Nicholas's voice was flat.
"At some point, probability becomes a question."
Walter's face tightened.
"Ask it."
Nicholas did.
"Are you part of this?"
Hannah stopped breathing.
Walter's answer came instantly.
"No."
"Did Rebecca suspect you?"
"No."
"Did she tell you what Northstar was?"
Walter's silence returned.
Nicholas's face changed.
"There it is."
Walter closed his eyes.
"I can explain."
"Everyone in this house can explain everything except why my sister is dead."
Walter looked at Hannah, then back at Nicholas.
"Northstar was mine."
The sentence seemed to stop the room.
Nicholas stared at him.
"What?"
"I incorporated it six years ago."
"For your father."
Nicholas's hands tightened on the arms of his wheelchair.
"You told me it was a shell with hidden ownership."
"It was."
"Your ownership."
"Nominally."
Nicholas's voice became dangerous.
"Do not use lawyer words with me."
Walter sat across from him.
"Your father created Northstar as a contingency vehicle for assets he did not want tied directly to Valenti Logistics."
"After he died, Rebecca and I kept it dormant."
"Three years ago, money began moving through it again."
"I assumed Rebecca had authorized the transfers."
"She assumed I had."
"By the time we compared notes, millions had moved."
Hannah leaned forward.
"Why did neither of you tell Nicholas?"
Walter looked at Nicholas.
"Because Rebecca believed someone close to him was testing how easily his approvals could be forged."
"She wanted to follow the money before alerting anyone."
Nicholas's face was rigid.
"And you agreed."
"Yes."
"You hid theft from me."
"Yes."
"You hid suspicions about Claire."
"Yes."
"You hid the box Rebecca left."
"Because she told me to."
Nicholas slammed his palm against the table.
"She is dead, Walter."
The sound echoed through the library.
Walter did not flinch.
"I know."
His voice broke for the first time.
That stopped Nicholas more effectively than shouting could have.
Walter looked down at his hands.
"I was supposed to drive them that night."
Nicholas stared at him.
"What?"
"Rebecca asked me to drive you both to the charity dinner."
"I was delayed at the office."
"Dominic offered to prepare the car instead."
"I told him yes."
Walter swallowed.
"If I had been there--"
Nicholas cut him off.
"Do not."
Walter looked up.
"If I had been there, I would have checked the car."
"You do not know that."
"I should have."
Nicholas's voice softened by one degree.
"Stop making her death about the thing you did not imagine."
Walter looked away.
Hannah saw the grief between them and understood something she had missed.
Walter had not merely served the Valenti family.
He had loved Rebecca too.
The analyst cleared his throat quietly.
"There is another issue."
Everyone looked at him.
"The Bell Strategic purchase order was approved from an IP address inside the estate."
"Which room?" Hannah asked.
"The family office."
Walter frowned.
"My office?"
"No."
The analyst turned the laptop.
"Miss Whitmore's office."
Hannah leaned over the screen.
"What time?"
"2:14 a.m., three weeks ago."
Walter frowned.
"Claire was in New York that night."
Nicholas looked at him.
"You are sure?"
"She attended the Whitmore Foundation dinner."
"There were photographs."
The analyst nodded.
"Then either someone used her office while she was gone or the network address was falsified."
Hannah felt frustration sharpen.
Every piece of evidence pointed at Claire until someone looked closely.
Then another door opened.
A second person.
A stolen credential.
A remote login.
A camera gap.
The conspiracy survived by making certainty expensive.
Nicholas stared at the timestamp.
"Who was in the house?"
Walter began listing names.
Staff.
Security.
Hale had visited that evening.
Dominic had been on duty.
Two contractors had worked in the west wing.
The list was long enough to be useless and short enough to be frightening.
Hannah looked at Nicholas.
"This is why we do not accuse from one IP address."
"I know."
"You sound disappointed."
"I am discovering that proof is slower than anger."
"That is usually true."
Nicholas stared at the screen.
Hannah felt a cold satisfaction that she did not trust.
Claire again.
Always Claire.
Too easy.
"Could the address have been spoofed?"
The analyst nodded.
"Yes."
Nicholas looked at Hannah.
"You are about to say it."
"Say what?"
"That we still do not know."
"We still do not know."
He almost smiled.
Then the house lights went out.
The library dropped into darkness.
Security alarms began screaming.
Someone shouted in the hallway.
Hannah grabbed Nicholas's chair.
"Do not move."
"I was not planning to sprint."
Emergency lights flickered on.
Walter opened the desk drawer where Rebecca's steel box had been stored.
It was empty.
The flash drive was gone.
So was Rebecca's letter.
Hannah looked toward the open library door.
One of the new security officers was unconscious on the floor.
The power failure had lasted less than twenty seconds.
Someone had known exactly where the evidence was.
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And exactly when every camera in the house would go blind.
