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A Dead Child With a Living Voice

Chapter 02 - A Dead Child With a Living Voice

At the precinct, Daniel sat handcuffed to a metal table while Eli waited behind a glass wall with Detective Maya Ortiz. She had been the first officer to notice that the boy did not fear Daniel; he feared being taken away from him. She also noticed the old burn scar behind Eli's left ear, a detail listed in the original fire report but never released to the public.

Daniel told her everything. Three years earlier, he had arrived home to find his townhouse burning. Mara and Eli were supposedly trapped upstairs. Grant identified two badly damaged bodies and insisted on a quick cremation because, he claimed, Mara had once begged never to be displayed after death. Daniel had been too broken to question him. Days later, investigators found a gas can in Daniel's garage and a life insurance policy bearing his signature. He became the convenient villain, even though no criminal charge survived a lack of evidence.

Ortiz placed the brass key on the table. “What does 214 mean?”

Daniel explained that Mara had hidden important things in a private locker at the old train terminal near their first apartment. Locker 214 had been their emergency place—a secret they had never shared with Grant.

Across the hall, Eli suddenly began pounding on the glass. “He's here!”

A tall man in an expensive charcoal coat strode into the station with two attorneys. Grant Vale looked older, but his smile was the same careful smile Daniel remembered from the funeral. He told the desk sergeant that Eli suffered from trauma, delusions, and a dangerous obsession with a dead father. He produced guardianship papers and demanded the boy be released immediately.

Eli backed into the corner. “He changed my name,” he told Ortiz. “He said Dad burned the house. But Mom told me the truth before she disappeared.”

Daniel's heart lurched. “Before she what?”

Grant's smile vanished for half a second.

Ortiz saw it.

She delayed the transfer and quietly checked the guardianship order. The judge's signature looked valid, but the filing date was impossible—it had been entered six weeks before the fire. Someone had prepared to take Eli before Mara supposedly died.

Then the station lights flickered. The fire alarm began to scream. In the confusion, a uniformed officer unlocked the interview room and told Daniel there was an evacuation. But instead of leading him toward the exit, the officer pushed him down a dark service hallway.

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At the far end, Grant was waiting.

“You should have stayed buried,” he said.

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