Chapter 4 - THE CONFRONTATION
I sat there for a long time, staring at that name.
Jason.
Vanessa’s brother. The one she had told me didn’t exist.
The one with the history.
I pulled up the police officer’s business card and called him back.
“Detective? It’s Adrian Hayes. You mentioned Vanessa has a brother named Jason?”
“Jason Coleman. Yes. Why?”
“Tell me about him.”
A pause.
“Adrian… where are you getting this information?”
“I found a note. In her things. It mentions money. Payments. A deadline that involved me.”
The detective sighed heavily.
“Jason Coleman has a record. Fraud, extortion, loansharking. He’s been in and out of prison for years. Vanessa was his only family. She’s been bailing him out and paying off his debts since they were teenagers.”
My blood ran cold.
“All this time… she was paying him?”
“Looks like it. From what little we’ve been able to piece together, she’s been draining her savings, borrowing money, whatever she could do to keep him quiet. If that note says deadline… he was likely threatening to come after you if she didn’t pay up.”
I stood up slowly, pieces falling into place.
“She moved in with me six months ago. Right around the time her debts would have been piling up.”
“Adrian… be careful. If Jason is involved, and if that message came from him… he’s not someone you want angry at you.”
“I want to know the truth,” I said. “And I’m going to get it from Vanessa.”
I drove to the detention center that afternoon.
They told me visiting hours were almost over, but after I explained who I was and why I needed to see her, they made an exception.
Vanessa was brought into the interview room ten minutes later, in gray scrubs, hands cuffed.
She looked smaller than I remembered. Pale. Tired. Dark circles under her eyes.
She sat down across from me and stared at the table, unable to meet my gaze.
“Adrian…” she whispered. “Thank you for coming. Please—just listen to me. I can explain everything. It wasn’t how it looked.”
I laid the scrap of paper on the table between us.
Vanessa’s eyes widened. She reached for it, then pulled her hand back as if burned.
“Where did you get this?”
“I found it in your notebook. Along with the name Jason. And a phone number.”
Her face crumpled.
“Who is he to you, Vanessa? And what was he threatening to do to me?”
She looked up at me, eyes glistening with tears.
“He’s my brother.”
“You told me you had no family.”
“I lied.” She swallowed hard. “I lied because I was ashamed. Jason… he borrows money. From dangerous people. And when they come after him, they come after me. I’ve been paying his debts for years. I thought… I thought if I stayed away, if I built a new life… he would leave me alone.”
“But he found you.”
Vanessa nodded, tears spilling over.
“He found me three months ago. Demanded money. A lot of it. Said if I didn’t pay by the first of September, he would come to your house. Tell you lies. Ruin everything good I had. I was scared, Adrian. Scared of losing you. Scared of what he might do.”
“So you left my son at a gas station because you were stressed about money?” I asked, my voice rising.
“No! It wasn’t like that!” She leaned forward desperately. “I was distracted! I was thinking about the call I’d just gotten from him! I wasn’t thinking clearly! Noah started screaming and I just… I snapped. I wasn’t thinking about Noah at all. I was thinking about Jason. About what would happen if he showed up at our door.”
“That is not an excuse,” I said coldly. “You endangered my son because you couldn’t handle your own problems.”
“I know! I know it was wrong! And I hate myself for it! But Adrian—please believe me—I never meant to hurt him. I just panicked.”
I stood up and looked down at her with nothing left in my heart but pity and rage.
“Your brother sent me a text last night. Threatening me. Said the video wasn’t enough.”
Vanessa went pale.
“What did it say?”
“‘Watch your back.’ Does that sound like him?”
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She slumped back in the chair, burying her face in her hands.
“Yes. That sounds exactly like him.” She looked up at me, terrified. “Adrian, you have to be careful. He doesn’t care who gets hurt. He wants money. And if he thinks I’m in jail and he can’t get it from me… he’ll come after you. He’ll come after Noah.”
