Chapter 6: The Witness Who Disappeared
We didn't drive toward Robert Vale's location immediately.
That would have been too easy.
And in my experience, easy choices were usually traps.
Instead, we went somewhere public.
A twenty-four-hour diner thirty miles from the country road.
Somewhere with cameras.
Somewhere with witnesses.
Somewhere nobody could quietly make people disappear.
The diner smelled like coffee, fried food, and old wood.
The kind of place where strangers sat together without asking questions.
We took a corner booth.
Halloway sat across from me.
Bell sat beside him.
For the first time all day, nobody was giving orders.
We were just three people trying to understand how deep the problem went.
Halloway stared at his coffee.
"I should have listened.""
I looked at him.
"To what?""
"To the complaints.""
The confession came quietly.
"I saw them.""
"The complaints?""
He nodded.
"I saw the paperwork. I saw the statements.""
"Then why did you ignore them?""
He looked ashamed.
"Because I believed the system would handle it.""
I said nothing.
Because that was the most dangerous belief.
Not cruelty.
Not hatred.
Indifference.
Bell looked at him.
"We both did.""
Halloway looked up.
"What?""
"We both saw things.""
Bell rubbed his hands together.
"And we told ourselves someone above us knew better.""
The waitress approached.
"Everything okay?""
All three of us answered at once.
"Yes.""
She looked unconvinced.
But she walked away.
I opened my laptop again.
The files from my father remained on the screen.
One folder kept catching my attention.
It was locked.
*Final Evidence Archive.*
I had tried opening it dozens of times.
No success.
But now I noticed something.
A small note attached to the file.
A password hint.
A phrase.
*The place where truth survived.*
I whispered it.
Halloway looked up.
"What?""
"My father left a password clue.""
Bell leaned closer.
"What was important to him?""
I thought.
Not his work.
Not money.
Not reputation.
Something else.
Then I remembered.
A place.
A place he took me when I was young.
"The old courthouse.""
Bell frowned.
"What?""
"My father said every lie eventually had to stand in front of the truth.""
I typed.
*OLDCOURTHOUSE*
The file opened.
Nobody spoke.
Inside was one video.
Recorded fifteen years earlier.
My father's face appeared on screen.
Older.
Tired.
But still determined.
My breath caught.
"Victoria," he said.
The sound of his voice almost broke me.
"If you are seeing this, then something happened.""
He looked directly into the camera.
"I need you to understand something.""
The video paused briefly.
Then continued.
"The person responsible for what happened to me is not the person you think.""
I leaned closer.
Behind him was a wall covered with documents.
Photos.
Names.
Evidence.
Then he said:
"I was betrayed by someone I trusted.""
My heart raced.
The video continued.
"I discovered that the corruption wasn't being organized by criminals outside the system.""
He placed a file on the desk.
"It was being protected from inside.""
The video flickered.
Then my father's expression changed.
Like he heard something.
Someone entering.
He looked toward the door.
The recording continued.
A voice spoke off-camera.
A voice I didn't recognize.
"You shouldn't have found this.""
My father's face went pale.
Then the screen went black.
Nobody moved.
The diner suddenly felt too quiet.
Bell whispered:
"That's it?""
"No.""
I stared at the frozen screen.
"There's more.""
I checked the file information.
The video wasn't complete.
It had been cut.
Someone had removed the final minutes.
Halloway leaned forward.
"Can you recover it?""
"Maybe.""
Then I noticed something else.
A hidden attachment.
A document.
The title appeared.
*Identity of the Betrayer.*
I clicked.
The document opened.
Only one line was visible.
One name.
One person.
The name that made Halloway stand up immediately.
Because it wasn't Chief Mercer.
It wasn't a stranger.
It wasn't someone we expected.
It was someone sitting at our table.
Bell looked at the screen.
Then at Halloway.
Then at me.
And whispered:
"Victoria...""
I couldn't speak.
Because the file had revealed the truth.
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The person who betrayed my father had been right beside the investigation from the beginning.
And they had been watching me the entire time. :::
