Chapter 6: The Name on the Hidden List
By noon, Cedar Ridge Trail had become the center of a storm.
News vans lined the entrance.
Detectives moved between trees.
Officers whispered behind vehicles.
Everyone wanted the same thing.
A simple story.
A beginning.
A middle.
An ending.
But the truth was never simple.
Especially when powerful people spent years making sure nobody found it.
I sat inside an interview room at the precinct.
The same room where I had questioned suspects.
The same table.
The same camera in the corner.
Except this time, I was the one sitting under the light.
Alvarez sat across from me.
“I need you to understand something,” she said.
“I know.””
“No, you don’t.””
Her tone was firm.
“Right now, there are people who think you staged this.””
I smiled without humor.
“Because someone made it look that way.””
“Yes.””
“Do you believe them?””
She looked down at the file in front of her.
“I believe evidence.””
“That’s not an answer.””
She looked back at me.
“No. I don’t believe you planted drugs on yourself.””
It wasn’t comfort.
It wasn’t friendship.
It was a professional statement.
But it was enough.
“Thank you.””
She opened the file.
“Now I need answers.””
“About Ethan?””
“About everything.””
She slid a photograph across the table.
A man.
Older.
Gray hair.
Expensive suit.
I recognized him immediately.
“Deputy Chief Thomas Reed.””
Alvarez nodded.
“Your former supervisor.””
“Yes.””
“He signed off on Ethan Vale’s death report.””
I stared at the photograph.
“Why?””
“That’s what I’m asking you.””
I leaned back.
“Reed was in charge of the investigation.””
“And you trusted him?””
“At the time.””
“What changed?””
I thought about it.
The little things.
The details I ignored because I wanted the world to make sense.
Reed avoiding questions.
Files disappearing.
Witnesses changing statements.
A case closing too quickly.
“I thought he was protecting the department.””
“And now?””
“Now I think he was protecting someone.””
Alvarez opened another folder.
“This was recovered from Ethan’s hidden phone.””
Inside were pages of names.
Dates.
Locations.
Payments.
My eyes moved across the list.
Then stopped.
A name.
My name.
I stared.
“What is this?””
Alvarez watched carefully.
“Your name appears three times.””
“That’s impossible.””
“Why?””
“Because I wasn’t involved.””
“I didn’t say you were.””
I looked closer.
Next to my name were dates.
One was two days before Ethan disappeared.
Another was the day before his reported death.
The third was yesterday.
My stomach tightened.
“Someone has been tracking me.””
“Yes.””
“Why?””
Alvarez didn’t answer.
Instead, she turned the page.
At the bottom was a handwritten note.
One sentence.
“Marcus is the only one who doesn’t know.””
I felt the room become colder.
“Doesn’t know what?””
Alvarez looked at me.
“That’s what we need to find out.””
Before I could respond, the door opened.
A young officer stepped inside.
“Detective Alvarez?””
She stood.
“What?””
“There’s a problem.””
“What kind?””
He looked at me.
“Officer Cross is gone.””
My expression changed.
“What?””
“He was being transferred for questioning.””
“And?””
“He never arrived.””
A terrible silence filled the room.
“How?”” Alvarez asked.
The officer swallowed.
“Someone canceled the transport order.””
“Who?””
He handed her a paper.
Her eyes moved across it.
Then she looked at me.
“Marcus…”
“What?””
“The authorization signature belongs to someone with your clearance.””
My heart sank.
“Who?””
She didn’t speak.
She just handed me the paper.
At the bottom was the signature.
A signature I knew.
A signature I had seen hundreds of times.
The person who released Officer Cross was not a stranger.
It was someone inside my own unit.
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And the name written on the order was:
Detective Marcus Hale.
