PART 3 — THE BOY HER FATHER SAID SHE HAD TO TRUST
“What are they?”
“My father used to make puzzles for me.”
“Elena, you were seven.”
“I know.”
She whispered the alphabet.
Chapter 3
PART 3 — THE BOY HER FATHER SAID SHE HAD TO TRUST
“What are they?”
“My father used to make puzzles for me.”
“Elena, you were seven.”
“I know.”
She whispered the alphabet.
Four.
D.
Seventeen.
Q.
Thirty-one didn’t fit.
She frowned.
Then remembered something.
Not alphabet positions.
Book coordinates.
Her father used to hide messages using page-line-word systems.
“He needs a book.”
“What book?”
Elena looked again at the paper.
Then she knew.
“The Wizard of Oz.”
Harris blinked.
“What?”
“He read it to me every night.”
Her hands trembled.
“My mother still has his copy.”
Two hours later, Harris and Elena stood inside the Mercer family home in Fayetteville.
Elena’s mother, Margaret, had gone white when Harris appeared.
“You.”
Harris stopped in the doorway.
Elena looked between them.
“You know him?”
Margaret’s voice shook.
“Of course I know him.”
Elena stared.
“You told me you’d never met Dad’s commanding officer.”
Margaret looked away.
A new silence entered the room.
Harris whispered, “Margaret.”
She slapped him.
Hard.
Elena gasped.
Harris did not react.
“You promised me,” Margaret said.
“I know.”
“Seventeen years.”
“I know.”
Elena stepped between them.
“What is happening?”
Margaret began crying.
And Elena realized something horrifying.
Her mother was not surprised by the story.
She already knew.
“You knew Dad didn’t d/i/e in a training accident.”
Margaret covered her mouth.
“You knew.”
“I was trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
Margaret looked at Harris.
Harris nodded once.
“Tell her.”
Margaret walked to the fireplace.
She removed the old copy of The Wizard of Oz.
Inside the back cover was a hollowed compartment.
Elena stared.
Her mother pulled out a military dog tag.
Then another photograph.
Elena’s world stopped.
Daniel Mercer stood beside Harris.
And beside them stood Margaret.
In uniform.
Captain Margaret Mercer.
Her mother had served.
“You were Army?”
Margaret nodded.
“Intelligence.”
Elena could barely speak.
“You lied about everything.”
“I lied to keep you alive.”
They decoded the numbers together.
The message led to a storage unit.
Inside was a metal case.
Harris opened it.
Documents.
Old drives.
Bank records.
Names.
One name sat at the top.
Major General Thomas Gable.
Elena stared.
“Gable?”
Harris’s expression darkened.
“Yes.”
A family name.
Specialist Gable.
The arrogant soldier from Third Platoon.
Elena’s mind raced.
“Is he related?”
Harris reached for his phone.
“Thomas Gable has one son.”
Elena whispered, “Specialist Aaron Gable.”
Harris’s face went rigid.
Then Elena’s phone buzzed.
A message from an unknown number.
YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE TATTOO COVERED.
Margaret went pale.
Harris whispered, “We’ve been followed.”
The front window shattered.
Margaret pulled Elena down.
Harris moved toward the hallway.
Outside, tires screamed.
Then silence.
No second @tt/@ck came.
Only a package sitting on the porch.
Inside was Daniel Mercer’s original dog tag.
And a note.
Harris unfolded it.
His hands began shaking.
“What does it say?” Elena asked.
Harris looked up.
RICH, IF ELENA
FOUND THIS, I’M SORRY I COULDN’T COME HOME. TRUST THE BOY.
Elena frowned.
“The boy?”
Harris stared toward the road.
Then his face changed.
“Gable.”
Three hours later, Specialist Aaron Gable sat in an interrogation room.
Elena stood behind the glass.
“He mocked me,” she said.
Harris nodded.
“Yes.”
“He reported the tattoo.”
“Yes.”
“Why would Dad say trust him?”
The door opened.
Gable entered without handcuffs.
His arrogance was gone.
He looked at Elena.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For making it look convincing.”
Elena stared.
Harris said, “Explain.”
Gable took a breath.
“My father wasn’t Thomas Gable.”
Harris narrowed his eyes.
“What?”
“My legal records were changed.”
Gable looked directly at Elena.
“My biological father was one of the soldiers in Daniel Mercer’s unit.”
“Who?”
Gable swallowed.
“Daniel Mercer.”
The room disappeared around Elena.
“No.”
Gable’s eyes filled.
“I’m your brother.”
Elena stepped backward.
“That’s impossible.”
“My mother was the civilian interpreter Daniel saved during the mission.”
Harris stared.
“The child?”
Gable shook his head.
“No. Her older sister.”
Piece by piece, the truth emerged.
Daniel had discovered the corruption months earlier.
Knowing his family was endangered, he had built a chain of protection nobody could trace.
Harris had guarded the classified records.
Margaret had hidden the evidence.
And Aaron had enlisted under another identity to watch Elena from inside the system.
His mockery that morning had been deliberate.
He had seen the tattoo accidentally.
He recognized it.
So he forced the issue publicly.
“You humiliated me on purpose?”
Gable winced.
“I needed Harris to see it without making it obvious I knew what it meant.”
Elena almost laughed from disbelief.
“You could have whispered.”
“And if someone was watching?”
Harris looked toward the mirrored glass.
Gable continued.
“Thomas Gable is still alive.”
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