Chapter 5 - EMMA'S SECRET
That afternoon, Emma found me in the garden.
She sat beneath the old oak tree with her stuffed rabbit.
“Mr. Vincent?”
“Yes?”
“I know something.”
I sat beside her.
“What?”
She leaned close.
“Aunt Vivien talks to a man in the little garage.”
“When?”
“Nighttime.”
“What does he look like?”
She thought.
“Tall.”
“Hair?”
“Black.”
“Anything else?”
“He has a red mark here.”
She touched her neck.
A scar.
I knew exactly who that was.
Dante.
My younger brother.
He had been traveling for months.
Or so he claimed.
I called security.
“Check the garage cameras.”
The footage showed Vivien entering at 11:43 p.m.
Dante arrived twelve minutes later.
They spoke for nearly forty minutes.
Then Dante handed her a small metal case.
My stomach tightened.
I called him.
He answered cheerfully.
“Vince.”
“Where are you?”
“Boston.”
I looked at the footage.
“Really?”
Silence.
Then he laughed.
“You're suspicious of everyone these days.”
“No.”
I paused.
“Just the people lying to me.”
He hung up.
I watched the screen again.
Vivien opened the metal case.
Inside were several documents.
Then she gave Dante a key.
A key to my safe.
I felt something inside me go cold.
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This had been planned long before I met Vivien.
And my brother was part of it.
