Mara stared at Arthur.
“You were warned?”
Arthur nodded.
“By whom?”
“I don't know.”
“That isn't good enough.”
“I received a letter yesterday.”
“From who?”
“I told you. I don't know.”
The officer stepped closer.
“Where is the letter?”
Arthur reached into his jacket.
Mara flinched.
The officer immediately raised a hand.
“Slowly.”
Arthur pulled out a folded sheet of paper.
He handed it over.
The officer unfolded it.
Mara watched his face change as he read.
“What does it say?” she asked.
The officer looked at her.
“It says a woman named Mara Cole will arrive on Flight 614 with a young boy.”
Mara's mouth went dry.
Arthur continued.
“It said she would be carrying something that belonged to my daughter.”
Mara shook her head.
“I don't have anything that belonged to your daughter.”
Arthur looked at Eli.
“Yes, you do.”
“No.”
“The watch.”
“What watch?”
“The one your husband gave you.”
Mara frowned.
Daniel had given her a watch.
Not recently.
Years ago.
A small silver watch with a narrow black strap.
He had said it was an old family piece.
She had stopped wearing it after Eli was born because the clasp kept catching on the baby's clothes.
It was packed in her missing suitcase.
Mara felt suddenly cold.
“How do you know about that?”
Arthur looked at her.
“Because it belonged to my daughter.”
The officer lowered the letter.
“Ma’am, where is the watch now?”
“In my suitcase.”
“The missing one?”
“Yes.”
Arthur closed his eyes.
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he whispered, “Then they knew exactly what they were doing.”
Mara's anger rose.
“Who?”
“I don't know.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because it's the truth.”
“No. You're leaving something out.”
Arthur looked at her.
“Yes.”
“What?”
“I was supposed to meet you.”
Mara stared.
“You were supposed to meet me?”
“Not officially.”
“What does that mean?”
Arthur took a breath.
“Someone sent me your flight details.”
“Who?”
“I don't know.”
Mara almost laughed.
“This is ridiculous.”
The officer looked at her.
“Ma’am, we need you to remain calm.”
“I am calm.”
Her voice was shaking.
“I am the mother of a two-year-old child. My luggage has been opened, someone photographed us, my husband is sending me warnings about a stranger, and now that stranger says he was expecting me.”
Arthur looked toward the security cameras.
“There is one thing you haven't considered.”
“What?”
“Maybe your husband didn't send you here to meet anyone.”
Mara went silent.
The sentence landed harder than it should have.
Daniel had arranged the trip.
Daniel had bought the tickets.
Daniel had insisted they take separate luggage.
Daniel had told her not to worry.
Daniel had promised to meet them.
And now Daniel knew Arthur's name.
“How did my husband know you?” she asked.
Arthur shook his head.
“I don't know.”
“Did he ever contact you?”
“No.”
“Did you contact him?”
“No.”
“Then how did he know you were here?”
Arthur looked at the officer.
“That's what we need to find out.”
A security employee approached.
“Sir, we found the bag.”
Mara stood immediately.
“Where?”
“Inspection room.”
“Can I go?”
The officer nodded.
“Stay with us.”
Arthur followed.
Mara glanced at him.
“You're coming?”
“If the watch is inside, yes.”
They entered a small room behind the baggage service counter.
Her suitcase sat on a metal table.
Mara recognized the blue fabric instantly.
The zipper was open.
Her clothes had been disturbed.
The side pocket was empty.
Her documents were missing.
Her son's birth certificate was gone.
The officer opened another compartment.
“There's the passport.”
Mara grabbed it.
Her hands shook.
“It's mine.”
“But this isn't.”
He held up another passport.
The photograph showed a young man.
Mara stared.
She had never seen him.
Arthur stepped forward.
Then stopped.
His face changed.
“That’s him.”
“Who?”
Arthur pointed.
“My daughter's husband.”
Mara looked at him.
“You said he disappeared.”
“He did.”
“Then why is his passport here?”
Arthur reached for the table.
The officer blocked him.
“Don't touch anything.”
Arthur nodded.
Mara looked at the passport again.
The name was Daniel Cole.
Her breath stopped.
“No.”
The officer looked at her.
“Ma’am?”
She shook her head.
“That can't be.”
Arthur whispered, “What?”
Mara stared at the passport.
“My husband's name is Daniel Cole.”
Nobody spoke.
The room seemed to shrink.
Arthur looked at the passport.
Then at Mara.
Then back at the passport.
“What's your husband's middle name?”
“Edward.”
Arthur closed his eyes.
“My daughter's husband was Daniel Edward Bennett.”
Mara could not move.
The officer asked, “Are you saying your husband may be the same person?”
“I don't know.”
But she did.
Or some part of her did.
A dozen small things that had never mattered suddenly became impossible to ignore.
Daniel had never talked about his parents.
He had never shown Mara childhood photographs.
He had always changed the subject whenever she asked about his family.
He had claimed he grew up in another state.
He had once told her he was an only child.
And when she had asked why he wore a wedding ring from his previous marriage, he had laughed and said it was a cheap antique he liked.
Mara had believed him.
She had wanted to.
Arthur sat heavily in the nearest chair.
“My daughter's name was Claire.”
Mara looked at him.
“Claire Bennett.”
Arthur nodded.
“She married Daniel six years ago.”
Mara's hands began to tremble.
“When did she die?”
“Three years ago.”
“When did Daniel disappear?”
“Two days after her funeral.”
Mara looked at the passport.
Her husband had told her he had been divorced before they met.
He had never mentioned a death.
He had never mentioned a child.
Eli stirred against her.
Mara pulled him closer.
Arthur stared at the boy.
“That's my grandson.”
Mara shook her head.
“No.”
Arthur looked wounded.
“I understand.”
“You don't.”
“I do.”
“You cannot suddenly claim my son because of a birthmark.”
“I am not claiming him.”
“Then what are you saying?”
Arthur's voice softened.
“I'm saying the man you married may have been lying to both of us.”
Mara looked at the passport again.
The officer picked up a second item from the suitcase.
A small plastic evidence bag.
Inside was the silver watch.
Mara recognized it immediately.
The watch she had not worn in years.
Arthur saw it.
His face crumpled.
“That was Claire's.”
Mara looked at him.
“Daniel gave it to me.”
Arthur whispered, “He told you it was his mother's?”
“Yes.”
“It wasn't.”
He looked at the watch as though it were a grave.
“My daughter wore it the night she died.”
Mara felt nauseated.
“What happened to her?”
Arthur did not answer.
The officer looked at him.
“Sir?”
Arthur finally said, “She was found at the bottom of a staircase.”
Mara stared.
“You said accident.”
“I said there was a car accident.”
“No. Earlier.”
Arthur looked at her.
“I didn't tell you how Claire died.”
Mara realized he hadn't.
She had assumed.
Arthur continued.
“She died before the accident.”
Mara's mouth went dry.
“What?”
“Someone pushed her.”
The officer immediately became more alert.
“That's an allegation, sir.”
“I know.”
“Was it proven?”
“No.”
“Then why are you saying this?”
“Because the case was closed as an accident after Daniel disappeared.”
Mara looked at the watch.
Then at the passport.
Then at her sleeping son.
A horrible possibility began forming.
“Why did Daniel marry me?”
Arthur looked at her.
“I don't know.”
“Why did he have a child with me?”
“I don't know.”
“Why bring us here?”
“I don't know.”
Mara slammed her palm against the table.
“Stop saying that!”
Her voice cracked.
Eli woke crying.
Mara immediately pulled him close.
“It's okay. Mommy's here.”
The boy buried his face in her neck.
Arthur looked away.
The officer stepped outside to speak to someone.
Mara rocked Eli slowly.
Then she felt something beneath his pajamas.
A hard object.
She frowned.
She checked his pocket.
Nothing.
Then she remembered the dinosaur fleece.
There was a small tear inside the lining.
She reached through it.
Her fingers touched metal.
Mara pulled out a tiny key.
She stared.
Arthur saw it.
“What is that?”
“I don't know.”
The key had a number engraved on it.
17.
The officer returned.
“What did you find?”
Mara held it up.
The officer's face changed.
“Where was that?”
“Inside my son's clothing.”
Arthur stood.
“There's a locker here with that number.”
Mara looked at him.
“How do you know?”
Arthur pointed toward the terminal map.
“Because I used it yesterday.”
“Why?”
“I was told to.”
“By whom?”
Arthur hesitated.
Mara stepped closer.
“You keep asking me to trust you.”
“I know.”
“Then start telling me the truth.”
Arthur looked directly at her.
“I was told to put something inside that locker.”
“What?”
“A package.”
“What was in it?”
“I never opened it.”
“Where is it now?”
Arthur looked toward the hallway.
“The locker is in the public waiting area.”
Mara tightened her hold on Eli.
“Then we're going there.”
The officer shook his head.
“No. You stay here.”
Mara looked at him.
“If that key belongs to a locker, I need to know what is inside.”
“We can retrieve it.”
“No.”
She held the key tighter.
“My husband has lied to me. Someone is watching my child. My missing luggage contained evidence connected to a dead woman. And a stranger knew I was coming before I arrived.”
She looked at Arthur.
“I am done waiting for other people to decide what I should know.”
Arthur nodded.
For the first time, he looked proud of her.
They left the room together.
But as they entered the main terminal, Mara noticed something that made her stop.
The gray-coated man was gone.
And on the seat where he had been sitting was a folded piece of paper.
Mara approached it slowly.
Arthur grabbed her arm.
“Don't.”
She looked at him.
“Why?”
“Because that's exactly what someone wants you to do.”
Mara stared at the paper.
Then her phone vibrated.
A new message appeared.
YOU FOUND THE KEY. GOOD.
Below it was another sentence.
NOW ASK ARTHUR WHAT HAPPENED TO CLAIRE'S SON.
Mara looked at Arthur.
He had gone pale.
Click Here to continue read next: PART4: The Locker Held a Truth Arthur Had Buried for Years, and Mara Had to Decide Whether Protecting Eli Meant Trusting the Man She Feared
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