Chapter 10 - The House My Father Left Behind
Derrick had betrayed me in every way that mattered.
He forged my signature.
He stole evidence.
He helped prepare a petition to take Hope.
He walked away while I went into premature labor.
Yet when I saw him tied to a chair inside the lake house, I did not want him to die.
Not because I still loved him.
Because I refused to become like his family.
Rachel ordered me to remain at the hospital.
I refused.
“You are recovering from major surgery,” she said.
“Mercer asked for me.”
“That makes you the last person who should go.”
“He has my father’s files.”
“We can recover files.”
“He has a hostage.”
“We have trained negotiators.”
“And Mercer knows their procedures because he trained half of them.”
Rachel looked ready to argue.
Then Preston spoke from the doorway.
“Use me.”
We both turned.
“Mercer believes I’m emotionally compromised because of Kayla,” Preston said. “He won’t expect me to cooperate with Laura.”
Rachel considered it.
“No civilians inside the perimeter.”
“I’m not suggesting we walk through the front door.”
Preston had worked in commercial construction before joining his family’s real estate company. He knew the lake house because he supervised renovations for Sam the previous year.
“There’s an old storm tunnel beneath the western foundation,” he said. “It connects to the boathouse.”
Sam nodded.
“Our father built it during the flood years.”
The tactical team created a plan.
Rachel, Sam, and Preston traveled to the property. I remained in a command vehicle at the edge of the restricted zone, connected to Mercer through a secure call.
My body hurt with every breath.
But my mind felt clear.
Mercer answered on the first ring.
“You brought the ledgers?”
“I have access to them.”
“That was not my question.”
“Let Derrick speak.”
A camera feed appeared.
Derrick’s face was bruised. Tape covered his mouth. Gasoline darkened the floor around him.
Mercer stood behind the chair holding a gun.
“Your husband has been disappointing everyone his entire life,” Mercer said. “His mother. His sister. You.”
“Why take him?”
“Because Regina finally gave me permission to clean up her mistakes.”
“Regina is in custody.”
“Regina has never needed freedom to control people.”
I watched Mercer’s face.
“She told us Hope was your child.”
He smiled.
“She was close.”
“You knew about the embryo.”
“I arranged it.”
“Why?”
“Because Highland Ridge needed an heir.”
“Then why try to kill Hope?”
His smile disappeared.
“Because Regina changed the arrangement.”
“What arrangement?”
“Once the child was born, Derrick would receive control of the family trust. He would transfer the vineyard assets. Kayla would raise the baby. Everyone benefited.”
“Except me.”
“You were supposed to be declared mentally unfit.”
“And Hope?”
“She was supposed to remain useful.”
“But the mortgage debt belongs to my trust.”
Mercer’s jaw tightened.
“You discovered that too early.”
I understood.
When I purchased the final portion of the vineyard debt, Hope became dangerous to Mercer’s plan. As my legal heir, she could eventually inherit my claim over Highland Ridge.
Even if Regina took custody, the child would still connect the Bennett ownership to the Hale trust.
Hope did not consolidate their control.
She threatened to expose the entire structure.
“So you ordered the injection,” I said.
Mercer leaned toward the camera.
“I solve complications.”
Inside the command vehicle, Rachel wrote on a pad.
KEEP HIM TALKING.
I looked at the live image of Derrick.
“What did my mother discover?”
Mercer laughed softly.
“You think this began with money?”
“Tell me.”
“Your mother discovered Walter Hale was laundering funds through county development projects. My father protected the contracts. Michael Bennett threatened prosecution.”
“My father took a payment.”
“Your father was offered a choice. Take the money or lose both children.”
My chest tightened.
“He was threatened?”
“Of course.”
“What happened the night my mother died?”
Mercer glanced toward the window.
The tactical team needed four more minutes.
I kept him focused.
“Regina said she watched my mother drive away after the crash.”
“Regina says many things.”
“Were you there?”
“I was seventeen.”
That surprised me.
“Did you see her?”
Mercer’s eyes became distant.
“My father made me clean the car.”
The command vehicle went completely silent.
“What car?”
“The one that forced your mother off the road.”
Rachel stared at the audio recorder.
Mercer had just confessed to knowledge of homicide.
“Who drove it?” I asked.
He looked at Derrick.
“Walter Hale.”
Regina’s husband.
Derrick’s father.
“My mother survived the initial crash,” I said.
Mercer’s expression revealed the answer before he spoke.
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
“Regina reached her first.”
My hands turned cold.
“What did Regina do?”
Mercer smiled again.
“You will have to ask her.”
A sound came through his room.
Small.
Metallic.
The storm-tunnel door opening beneath the house.
Mercer heard it.
His head snapped toward the floor.
“You brought police.”
He grabbed Derrick’s chair and dragged it backward.
Rachel shouted into her radio.
“Move now!”
The front windows shattered as tactical officers deployed distraction devices.
Mercer fired toward the floor.
Derrick fell sideways.
Flames rose where the muzzle flash ignited gasoline vapor.
The screen filled with smoke.
I shouted Derrick’s name.
Agents entered from the front while Sam and Preston emerged from the tunnel. Mercer fired again.
Preston struck his arm with a metal pipe.
The gun slid across the floor.
Sam pulled Derrick’s chair away from the flames.
Mercer tackled Preston.
They crashed into my father’s desk.
A candle fell.
Fire raced across the gasoline.
For several seconds, the video showed only smoke, shouting, and orange light.
Then Rachel’s voice came through the radio.
“Mercer is in custody.”
I closed my eyes.
“What about the others?”
“Preston is injured but conscious. Sam is safe.”
“And Derrick?”
There was a pause.
“Derrick has been shot.”
The ambulance carried him to a different hospital.
The bullet entered his shoulder and missed major arteries. He would survive.
Preston suffered a broken wrist and smoke inhalation.
The lake house sustained severe fire damage, but tactical officers recovered the metal evidence boxes.
Inside one box, protected by a fire-resistant lining, they found a final recording from my mother.
This one was addressed to Regina.
“I know what you did to Thomas. I know what Walter moved through the vineyard. If I do not return home tonight, Michael has instructions to expose everything.”
The recording continued.
Footsteps approached.
Then Regina’s voice entered the tape.
“You should have accepted that some families are born to own things and others are born to keep records.”
My mother answered.
“Records are what prove who really owns them.”
The tape ended with the sound of a struggle.
For twenty-eight years, Regina believed the recording had burned in my mother’s car.
Now it sat in an evidence bag.
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And for the first time, Regina Hale was no longer facing only financial charges.
She was facing an investigation into my mother’s murder.
