Chapter 5 - The Man in the Parking Garage
I called Keane back seven times.
Nothing.
Melissa told me not to go looking for him.
I went anyway.
Grace insisted on coming.
“No.”
“Daniel, somebody attacked me in your house today.”
“You have Noah to think about.”
“So do you.” Her eyes stayed on mine. “Which is why you should not walk into this alone.”
We left Noah with Mrs. Alvarez and two security officers, then drove to the address linked to Keane’s number. It was an apartment complex near the river.
His unit was empty.
No forced entry. No blood. A cup of coffee still steaming beside the sink.
Grace noticed a parking receipt on the counter.
“Mercy Hospital garage,” she said. “Printed twelve minutes ago.”
We drove there.
Keane stood between two concrete pillars on level four, one hand pressed to his shoulder. Blood soaked through his shirt.
“You came,” he said.
“Who shot you?”
“Didn’t see him.”
Grace pulled out her phone. “I’m calling 911.”
“No.” Keane grabbed my sleeve. “Listen first.”
He handed me a small voice recorder.
“Your father made me bury evidence from Rebecca’s crash. He said if I didn’t, Eric would go to prison.”
My mouth went dry.
“Eric cut the brake line?”
Keane shook his head. “No. Your father thought he did.”
“What does that mean?”
“He found Eric’s fingerprints on the tool we recovered. Eric admitted being near the car.”
“Why?”
“Because Rebecca called him that night.”
A car engine revved at the far end of the garage.
Grace turned.
A dark sedan shot around the corner.
“Move!”
We jumped behind a support column as the sedan tore through the space where we had been standing. Its side mirror clipped Keane and threw him to the ground.
The car vanished down the ramp.
I crouched beside him.
Keane fought for breath.
“Rebecca… called Eric because she was afraid.”
“Afraid of who?”
His eyes locked on mine.
“Not Victoria.”
May you like
He swallowed.
“She was afraid of your father.”
