Chapter 11 - TERMINAL FIVE
Declan showed the video to the detective handling their statements, Elena Ruiz. She watched it twice, then passed it to a colleague.
“You’re staying here,” Ruiz said.
“He’s my brother. He’ll speak to me.”
“And if he shoots you, I lose a witness.” Ruiz held out her hand. “Give me your phone.”
Declan did. He told her what he knew about Sean’s trucks, which guards still worked for him, and the narrow road behind the warehouse. For once, he let someone else act on the information.
From the police station, he watched the rain streak the window. Camille sat a few chairs away, wrapped in a borrowed jacket. He wanted to sit beside her. He could not bring himself to move.
Tessa did. She handed Camille a paper cup of coffee.
“I saw you walking,” Tessa said quietly. “I thought telling him would end all of this.”
“I should have told him myself.”
“You were scared.”
Camille looked across the room at Declan. “I let him suffer because I was scared.”
Declan heard her. Before he could answer, Ruiz returned.
Officers had reached the warehouse. It was empty. The case in Sean’s video was gone, and so was Sean.
“He knew you’d show us,” Ruiz said.
Declan thought of the video again. Sean had turned the camera toward a container with a bright yellow mark on its door. He knew Sean well enough to understand that he wanted Declan to see it.
“He’s using the books to draw me out,” Declan said.
Ruiz nodded. “We’re checking the port.”
Her phone rang. She listened, then asked the caller to repeat something.
When she hung up, she looked at Camille.
“A charter boat left a private dock twenty minutes ago. One of the passengers matches Dr. Aris. There’s a woman with him.”
Camille stood. “Who?”
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Ruiz hesitated. “We don’t know yet.”
Tessa checked her phone. She had a missed call from her mother’s care facility. The message below it said Tessa’s mother had been moved by a man claiming to work for Declan Walsh.
