Chapter 6 - The Bride’s ChoiceBy Friday afternoon, Daniel had been missing for seven hours.
Police found traces of his blood in his SUV.
Not enough to indicate a fatal injury.
No body.
No ransom demand.
Only the message about the wedding.
The FBI entered the investigation once Robert’s letter, the shell companies, and Elise’s fraudulent identity were connected.
Special Agent David Kessler arrived at my house at 3:20 p.m.
He already knew Michael Reed.
That surprised me.
“Mr. Reed has been providing documentation for several months,” Kessler explained.
“So why didn’t anyone stop this?”
“Because financial crimes require evidence that survives court.”
“My son has disappeared.”
“I understand.”
“No. You understand paperwork.”
His expression didn’t change.
“My job now is getting your son home.”
That was the right answer.
Elise spent almost two hours speaking privately with investigators.
When she returned, she looked exhausted.
“What did you tell them?” I asked.
“Everything.”
“That would take longer than two hours.”
She almost smiled.
“I’m sure they’ll ask again.”
Then she sat across from me.
“I need you to understand something.”
“I understand plenty.”
“No. You think I’m trying to become a good person because I fell in love.”
“Aren’t you?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t get to erase what I’ve done by caring about Daniel.”
I appreciated that answer more than any apology.
“I stole from people,” she continued. “I lied to Michael. I helped Charles steal from your family. I knew Daniel trusted me, and I used that trust.”
“You also warned us.”
“Late.”
“Yes.”
She looked toward the window.
“If Daniel survives this, he may never speak to me again.”
“That will be his choice.”
“I know.”
Her eyes filled.
“I just want him alive enough to make it.”
At 4:06 p.m., Michael woke up.
He had a concussion and a fractured wrist, but he could speak.
Kessler went to the hospital.
Thirty minutes later, he called.
Michael remembered seeing Daniel in the parking garage that morning.
Daniel had arrived unexpectedly.
He had found deleted emails Michael sent months earlier.
Apparently, Daniel’s new IT manager recovered archived server logs during an unrelated security review.
Daniel had gone to meet Michael without telling Lauren.
Before Michael could explain everything, someone attacked him.
Daniel was grabbed.
“Did Michael see who?” I asked.
“No.”
Then Kessler added, “But he heard a voice.”
“Charles?”
“He couldn’t be certain.”
“What about Thomas?”
Kessler paused.
“Mr. Reed says the attacker called the second person ‘Tom.’”
I stared across the room at Thomas.
He had been temporarily released after questioning but remained at my house.
He heard the phone.
His face went pale.
“It wasn’t me.”
Kessler heard him.
“We’re aware there are other possibilities.”
Thomas stood.
“Charles has a security contractor named Tom Brewer.”
Everyone looked at him.
“Why didn’t you mention him?”
“I didn’t think—”
“That seems to be your specialty lately,” I snapped.
Thomas flinched.
He deserved it.
Brewer was former military and handled security for several Hale Development properties.
Police immediately began looking for him.
At 5:30, another message came from Daniel’s phone.
This time it contained a photograph.
Daniel sat in a wooden chair.
His hands were secured behind him.
There was dried blood along his temple.
His eyes were open.
Alive.
Below the photograph:
Tomorrow. 2 PM. Wedding as planned. Bride signs. Groom signs. Everyone smiles.
Kessler read it twice.
“They want something done publicly.”
“The marriage license,” Elise said.
“How would forcing them to sign help?” I asked.
“Because Charles arranged the officiant.”
“Reverend Collins?”
She shook her head.
“Collins canceled this morning.”
I hadn’t known.
“Food poisoning,” she said.
“Who replaced him?”
“Judge Franklin.”
Thomas swore.
Judge Peter Franklin was a retired county judge.
And one of Charles Whitmore’s oldest friends.
Kessler walked to the window.
“So Charles controls the lawyer and officiant.”
“He also has the original trust paperwork,” I said.
The documents stolen from my safe.
Kessler turned.
“Then this wedding isn’t ceremonial. It’s an execution of documents.”
Elise looked sick.
“He’ll force Daniel to cooperate.”
“How?” I asked.
She looked at me.
“By threatening you.”
My stomach dropped.
“He knows Daniel would sign anything to protect you.”
I thought about the text.
Need Mom.
Maybe that wasn’t a demand.
Maybe Daniel had been warning me.
Kessler made a decision.
“We let the wedding proceed.”
I stared.
“No.”
“We control the venue.”
“No.”
“We put agents inside.”
“My son is missing.”
“And if Charles expects a wedding, maintaining that expectation may keep Daniel alive.”
I hated it.
But this was no longer about what I wanted.
It was about what gave Daniel the best chance.
The next morning, I put on the navy dress I had bought six months earlier.
I had imagined wearing it while watching my son marry the woman he loved.
Instead, an FBI agent concealed a microphone beneath the neckline.
Another placed a transmitter inside my purse.
The church looked exactly as it had in my imagination.
White flowers.
Candles.
Music.
Guests arriving in beautiful clothes.
Only now I saw agents everywhere.
A man pretending to be an usher.
A woman seated near the aisle.
Two men in catering uniforms.
The church filled.
Whispers began because Daniel was nowhere in sight.
Then, at 1:52 p.m., a black sedan pulled up.
Daniel stepped out.
My knees almost failed.
He was wearing his tuxedo.
His hair covered the bandage on his temple.
Tom Brewer walked behind him.
Smiling.
Daniel entered the church.
Our eyes met.
For one terrifying second I wanted to run to him.
He gave the smallest shake of his head.
Don’t.
Then Charles Whitmore entered.
Silver-haired.
Elegant.
Calm.
The man who had sat at my Thanksgiving table for twenty years.
He walked over and kissed my cheek.
“You look beautiful, Margaret.”
I wanted to spit in his face.
Instead, I smiled.
“So do you, Charles.”
His eyes rested on mine.
He knew.
I saw it.
Maybe he didn’t know about the FBI.
But he knew I no longer believed him.
The organ music began.
Everyone stood.
Elise appeared at the back of the church.
White dress.
Veil.
Flowers shaking in her hands.
She walked down the aisle toward Daniel.
When she reached him, he looked at her as if she were a stranger.
Maybe she was.
Judge Franklin began.
The ceremony felt surreal.
Words about honesty.
Trust.
Devotion.
Then came the signatures.
A small table had been placed near the altar.
Charles opened a folder.
“Just a few documents,” he said quietly.
Daniel stared at him.
“Before the license?”
“Routine.”
I saw Kessler shift two pews behind me.
Daniel picked up the pen.
Charles leaned closer.
“Your mother wants you to cooperate.”
Daniel’s eyes flicked toward me.
I smiled.
Just as we had planned.
Then Daniel dropped the pen.
“No.”
Charles’s smile vanished.
“What did you say?”
“I said no.”
The church became quiet.
Charles whispered something.
Tom Brewer moved toward the aisle.
Agents began rising.
Then Elise screamed.
“Daniel!”
She shoved him sideways.
A gunshot exploded through the church.
Stained glass shattered.
Guests screamed.
Daniel fell.
I saw white fabric.
Blood.
Police weapons.
People diving beneath pews.
And when I reached my son, someone was lying across his body.
May you like
Elise.
A dark stain spreading across the back of her wedding dress.
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