chapter Three
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Clara didn't sleep that night.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the photograph.
Her own face.
Taken months ago.
By someone she had never noticed.
She sat beside the window in the guest room of her father's house, staring into the darkness beyond the glass.
The security team had remained outside.
Noah had checked every door twice.
He had spoken to the police.
He had contacted people Clara had never heard of.
Yet none of it answered the question that mattered most.
Where was her father?
And why had someone been watching her long before she knew there was a threat?
A quiet knock sounded at the door.
Clara looked up.
"Noah?"
The door opened.
He stood there holding two cups.
"Tea."
She stared at him.
"Tea?"
"You haven't eaten much."
"I'm not hungry."
"I know."
He placed one cup on the table.
She looked at it.
"Do you always carry tea around?"
"No."
"Then why now?"
"Because you need something to do with your hands."
Clara looked down.
She hadn't realized she was twisting her fingers together.
She took the cup.
"Thank you."
Noah nodded.
He moved toward the window.
Clara watched him.
"You don't sleep either, do you?"
"Sometimes."
"That's not an answer."
"It's the only one you're getting."
She smiled faintly.
"You're very secretive."
"So are you."
She frowned.
"What am I hiding?"
"Fear."
Her smile disappeared.
Noah didn't look at her.
"You've been frightened since we arrived."
"Of course I have."
"I know."
"Then why point it out?"
"Because pretending you're not afraid won't make you safer."
Clara looked down at her tea.
"My father is missing."
"I know."
"Someone has been following me."
"I know."
"And you keep telling me everything will be fine."
"I never said that."
She looked at him.
He was right.
He hadn't promised that everything would be fine.
He had only promised that he would find her father.
Somehow, that made her trust him more.
"Tell me about the group."
Noah became still.
"The people connected to the symbol."
He didn't answer.
"Please."
A long silence followed.
Then Noah turned toward her.
"They're called the Black Meridian."
The name meant nothing to Clara.
"What do they do?"
"They operate through information."
"Information?"
"Secrets. Leverage. Influence."
"Are they criminals?"
"Yes."
"Then how did my father get involved with them?"
"I don't know."
Clara stood.
"You keep saying you don't know."
"Because I won't invent answers just to make you feel better."
She looked at him.
"Then tell me what you do know."
Noah considered her for a moment.
"Your father and I have something in common."
"What?"
"I've dealt with the Black Meridian before."
Clara's expression changed.
"How?"
"Years ago, I was assigned to protect someone who had evidence against them."
"What happened?"
Noah's eyes hardened.
"The evidence disappeared."
"And the person?"
He was silent.
Clara understood.
"They were hurt?"
Noah nodded once.
"I'm sorry."
He looked away.
"I wasn't fast enough."
There was something in his voice that made Clara realize the memory still affected him.
She stepped closer.
"You can't blame yourself for everything."
"You'd be surprised."
She didn't know what to say.
For the first time, the distance between them felt smaller.
Not because either of them had moved.
Because Noah had allowed her to see something behind the controlled exterior.
Something human.
Then his phone rang.
He answered immediately.
"Hayes."
He listened.
His expression changed.
"Where?"
A pause.
"I'm on my way."
He ended the call.
Clara's heart tightened.
"What happened?"
"We found your father's car."
"Where?"
"About six miles from here."
"Is he inside?"
"No."
She grabbed her coat.
"I'm coming."
"No."
"I'm coming."
"Clara—"
"He is my father."
Noah stared at her.
Then he sighed.
"Stay beside me."
She nodded.
---
The car was found beneath an abandoned railway bridge.
Police lights illuminated the wet pavement.
Clara stepped out of Noah's vehicle and immediately recognized her father's car.
She ran toward it.
Noah caught her arm.
"Wait."
She stopped.
The driver's door was open.
The interior was empty.
There was no sign of her father.
Clara's breathing became uneven.
"Where is he?"
"We'll find him."
A detective approached.
"Mr. Hayes."
Noah turned.
"What have you got?"
The detective handed him a plastic evidence bag.
Inside was a second key.
Clara looked at it.
"It's identical to the one from the house."
Noah nodded.
The detective lowered his voice.
"We also found this."
He handed Noah another photograph.
Noah looked at it.
His face went completely still.
Clara noticed.
"What is it?"
He turned the photograph toward her.
Her father was standing beside another man.
Clara recognized the second man immediately.
She had seen him many times.
He was one of her father's closest business associates.
Her father's most trusted adviser.
Someone Clara had known since childhood.
Her voice dropped.
"Mr. Hayes?"
Noah looked at her.
"That's Daniel."
"Daniel who?"
"Daniel Cross."
Clara stared at the photograph.
"He works for my father."
"I know."
"He's been with our family for years."
Noah's expression was grim.
"Then we need to find out why your father was meeting him in secret."
Clara shook her head.
"Daniel wouldn't hurt my father."
"You don't know that."
"I do."
"You trusted your father too."
She looked at him sharply.
"What does that mean?"
Noah didn't answer.
Clara stepped closer.
"Say it."
He looked at her.
"It means we can't assume anyone is innocent."
The words hurt.
Because they were true.
---
They returned to the house shortly before dawn.
Clara walked into the study.
She needed answers.
She opened drawers.
Checked shelves.
Looked through documents.
Noah stood near the doorway.
"What are you looking for?"
"I don't know."
"That's usually a problem."
She ignored him.
Then she noticed something.
A painting hung crookedly above the fireplace.
She approached it.
"That's strange."
Noah moved closer.
"What?"
"My father always kept that straight."
She carefully moved the painting.
Behind it was a small metal compartment.
Noah immediately stepped forward.
"Don't touch it."
Clara froze.
He examined the lock.
Then removed the key they had found.
It fit perfectly.
The compartment opened.
Inside was a small black notebook.
Clara reached for it.
Noah stopped her.
"What?"
"Wait."
He examined the notebook.
Nothing appeared unusual.
He finally handed it to her.
Clara opened the first page.
Her father's handwriting filled the paper.
There were names.
Dates.
Locations.
And then she saw her own name.
She stopped.
"No."
Noah looked over her shoulder.
The entry was short.
CLARA — KEEP HER AWAY FROM THE MERIDIAN. SHE MUST NEVER KNOW ABOUT HER MOTHER.
Clara's breath caught.
"My mother?"
Noah looked at her.
"What about my mother?"
Before he could answer, a sound came from the hallway.
Both turned.
Footsteps.
Someone was inside the house.
Noah immediately moved in front of Clara.
"Stay behind me."
The footsteps stopped.
Silence.
Then a voice came from the darkness.
"You're asking the wrong questions, Clara."
Her blood ran cold.
Noah's expression hardened.
"Who's there?"
No answer.
The hallway remained empty.
Then something slid across the floor toward them.
A photograph.
Clara bent down and picked it up.
It showed a woman she hadn't seen in years.
Her mother.
Standing beside a man Clara didn't recognize.
On the back, someone had written:
YOUR MOTHER DIDN'T DIE BY ACCIDENT.
Clara stared at the words.
Her world seemed to tilt.
Noah looked at the photograph.
For the first time since she had met him, Clara saw genuine shock in his eyes.
"You know him," she whispered.
Noah didn't answer.
"You know the man in this photograph."
Still nothing.
Clara's voice trembled.
"Noah, who is he?"
He looked at her.
And after a long silence, he finally said:
"He's the reason I was assigned to protect you."
Clara stared at him.
"Why?"
Noah's eyes remained fixed on the photograph.
"Because he knows exactly where your mother disappeared."
The lights suddenly went out.
And somewhere inside the house, a door slammed shut.
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