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Chapter 4 - THE WITNESS WHO DISAPPEARED

Detective Reeves arranged for a child specialist to speak with Oliver.

The interview was recorded.

Maya sat behind a one-way window with Ryan beside her.

Oliver held a stuffed bear the nurse had given him.

The specialist asked gentle questions.

“Who gave you the juice?”

“Grandma.”

“Was anyone else in the room?”

“Uncle Charlie.”

“What did he do?”

“He told Grandma not to use too much.”

Maya covered her mouth.

Ryan’s hands curled into fists.

The specialist continued.

“Did this happen one time?”

Oliver shook his head.

“A lot.”

“How many times?”

Oliver looked confused.

“On piano days.”

Ryan turned toward Maya.

“What are piano days?”

“Every Tuesday.”

Maya’s voice was barely audible.

“Your mother came over while I took my online piano lesson in the music room.”

Ryan stared through the glass.

Evelyn had encouraged Maya to restart lessons.

She had told Ryan it might help with Maya’s stress.

Every Tuesday, Maya left the nursery for forty-five minutes.

Every Tuesday, Evelyn was alone with Oliver.

The interview ended when Oliver became tired.

Detective Reeves entered the observation room.

“That statement gives us probable cause.”

“For an arrest?”

Ryan asked.

“For search warrants.”

“Possibly more.”

Ryan looked toward Oliver.

“He identified both of them.”

“A three-year-old’s statement is important, but the defense will attack his memory.”

“They’ll say he was coached.”

Maya’s face hardened.

“He wasn’t.”

“I know.”

The detective glanced at his phone.

“We’re sending officers to your mother’s house and Charles’s office.”

Ryan’s phone rang.

The caller was Samuel Grant, the former driver.

Ryan answered immediately.

“Samuel?”

The man’s breathing was fast.

“Mr. Whitmore, I need to speak to you.”

“Where are you?”

“I can’t say.”

“Did you sign a statement against Maya?”

A long silence followed.

“Yes.”

Maya closed her eyes.

Ryan’s voice dropped.

“Why?”

“They threatened my daughter.”

“Who?”

“Your mother.”

Samuel sounded as if he were crying.

“My daughter works at Whitmore Medical.”

“Mrs. Whitmore said she would have her fired and blacklisted.”

“What did the statement say?”

“That Mrs. Maya hit Oliver.”

“Did you ever see that happen?”

“Never.”

“Then tell the police.”

“I tried.”

Samuel’s voice cracked.

“Charles found out.”

A car horn sounded behind him.

Then tires screeched.

“Samuel?”

“I have the original files.”

“What files?”

“The security recordings.”

“The camera didn’t belong to your mother.”

“What do you mean?”

“I installed it.”

Ryan looked at Maya.

“You installed the nursery camera?”

“Your uncle ordered me to.”

“He said there had been thefts in the house.”

“I didn’t know they were using it against your wife.”

“Where are the recordings?”

Samuel lowered his voice.

“I made a copy before they erased them.”

“Bring them to the police.”

“I’m trying.”

A loud crash came through the phone.

Samuel shouted.

The line disconnected.

“Samuel!”

Ryan called back.

No answer.

Detective Reeves immediately contacted dispatch.

They traced Samuel’s phone to a highway outside the city.

Police arrived seventeen minutes later.

His car had crashed through a barrier.

The driver’s seat was empty.

There was blood on the steering wheel.

Samuel was gone.

Near the wreckage, officers found his phone crushed beneath a tire.

The original security files were not inside the car.

Ryan refused to leave the hospital.

Maya stayed beside Oliver.

Detective Reeves went to the crash site.

Two hours later, he returned with bad news.

“Your mother’s house is empty.”

Ryan looked up.

“She ran?”

“Her clothes are gone.”

“So is her passport.”

“And Charles?”

“His office was cleared out before we arrived.”

Maya stared at Ryan.

“They knew the police were coming.”

“Someone warned them.”

Detective Reeves nodded.

“That means we may have a leak.”

Ryan’s phone buzzed.

A video file had been sent from Samuel’s number.

The screen showed the nursery.

The timestamp was from the previous Tuesday.

Evelyn stood beside Oliver’s crib.

Charles was near the door.

Dr. Mercer held a syringe.

The audio was faint but clear enough.

Charles spoke first.

“One more episode should be enough.”

Evelyn looked toward the camera.

“And if Maya refuses to sign?”

May you like

Charles answered without hesitation.

“Then the child does not recover.”

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