CHAPTER 3: THE THIRD NAME
CHAPTER 3: THE THIRD NAME
The next morning, everything changed.
The guards were replaced.
Mrs. Gable’s phone was taken “for security review.”
And I was told I would no longer be attending any more interviews.
But I already knew why.
They were afraid of what I might say next.
That night, Mrs. Gable sat beside my bed.
“You shouldn’t have overheard that,” she said quietly.
“I didn’t mean to,” I whispered.
She studied me for a long time.
Then she made a decision I could see in her eyes before she spoke it.
“We’re going to leave for a while,” she said. “Just you and me.”
“Run away?” I asked.
“No,” she replied. “We’re going to finish what your father started finding.”
We left before sunrise.
No sirens followed us.
No one stopped us at the gate.
That was how I knew something was wrong.
Because powerful people don’t usually let loose ends walk away.
Hours later, from the back seat of a moving car, Mrs. Gable handed me a sealed envelope.
“If anything happens to me,” she said, “open this.”
“What’s inside?”
“The truth they buried deeper than the recording.”
I looked out the window as the city disappeared behind us.
And for the first time, I realized the case wasn’t ending.
It was expanding.
Because Arthur Sterling, Clara, and Julian were never the final layer.
They were only the surface.
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And now… we were driving straight into whatever was underneath.
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