PART 3 — THE MAN WHO WAS NEVER BURIED
“I’m sorry, Nathaniel.”
Colonel Harris raised the pistol again.
“But Ruby was never supposed to find you.”
For half a second, nobody moved.
Then Major Bennett slammed into me.
“DOWN!”
She wrapped both arms around my body and threw us behind the overturned kitchen table.
BANG!
The second gunshot exploded through the apartment.
Wood splintered above my head.
Someone shouted.
Boots pounded against the floor.
Then General Graves’s voice thundered through the room.
“HARRIS! DROP IT!”
Another shot.
BANG!
I covered my ears.
My whole body shook.
“Ruby, stay down!” Major Bennett shouted.
Through the narrow space beneath the table, I saw Colonel Harris racing toward the hallway.
One of the military police officers lunged for him.
Harris drove his elbow into the officer’s face and knocked him backward.
Then he disappeared through the apartment door.
“Seal the building!” General Graves shouted.
Two officers ran after him.
Major Bennett kept me pressed against the floor.
“Are you hurt?”
I shook my head.
“Where’s General Graves?”
“I’m here.”
He appeared beside us.
There was blood on his left cheek where a bullet fragment had cut him.
But he was standing.
Alive.
I stared at the blood.
“You’re hurt.”
“It’s nothing.”
“You need a doctor.”
He looked toward the hallway where Harris had vanished.
“What I need is Harris.”
General Graves stood and pulled out his phone.
Then he stopped.
The screen showed no signal.
“Communications are down.”
Major Bennett checked hers.
“Mine too.”
One of the officers returned.
“Sir, Colonel Harris is gone.”
“Gone where?”
“We lost him at the rear stairwell.”
General Graves’s expression hardened.
“Nobody loses a sixty-year-old colonel inside a three-story apartment building.”
The officer looked embarrassed.
“He had help.”
“Who?”
“The rear security team was gone when we reached the exit.”
General Graves stared at him.
“Gone?”
“Yes, sir.”
Major Bennett whispered, “They knew.”
General Graves looked at her.
“They knew we’d come here.”
My stomach twisted.
“Does that mean the bad people are soldiers?”
Nobody answered.
That was answer enough.
General Graves walked toward the shattered prepaid phone.
The bullet had destroyed it completely.
He crouched beside the pieces.
“Harris wasn’t shooting at me.”
Major Bennett frowned.
“Sir?”
“He destroyed the phone first.”
She looked at the fragments.
“Because it could be traced.”
“Or because it contained something he couldn’t allow us to see.”
I remembered the picture.
“My mom.”
General Graves looked at me.
“What?”
“The picture of my mom was on the phone.”
“We saw it.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“Not that picture.”
I pointed toward the broken device.
“When you made the baby’s picture bigger, something was behind my mom.”
General Graves went still.
“What did you see?”
“I don’t know.”
“Think, Ruby.”
I closed my eyes.
Dark room.
Mom tied to the chair.
Concrete wall.
Silver necklace.
A shadow behind her.
Then I remembered.
“There were numbers.”
“What numbers?”
“On the wall.”
“Can you remember them?”
I squeezed my eyes shut tighter.
“Seventeen…”
General Graves and Major Bennett exchanged a glance.
“Warehouse 17?” she asked.
“No.”
I shook my head.
“There were more.”
I tried to picture them.
“Seventeen… dash… four… two.”
General Graves’s face changed.
Major Bennett noticed.
“You recognize it.”
“17-42.”
He stood quickly.
“That’s not a warehouse number.”
“What is it?”
“Daniel’s old unit storage code.”
Major Bennett stared at him.
“From twelve years ago?”
“Longer.”
General Graves looked toward me.
“Daniel used Storage Unit 17-42 when he was stationed at Fort Aldridge.”
“What’s inside?”
“I don’t know.”
“But apparently someone thinks Ruby does.”
I shook my head.
“I’ve never been there.”
“I believe you.”
General Graves began pacing.
“Vane kidnaps Evelyn.”
“Harris destroys the phone.”
“Both lead us toward Warehouse 17.”
“Which means?” Major Bennett asked.
General Graves stopped.
“Warehouse 17 is probably a trap.”
A voice suddenly came from the hallway.
“General.”
One of the military police officers stood there holding something.
“We found this in the stairwell.”
He handed General Graves a folded piece of paper.
There was blood on one corner.
“What is it?”
“A note.”
General Graves opened it.
Only six words were written inside.
ASK RUBY ABOUT THE RED DOOR.
Everyone looked at me.
I stared back.
“What red door?”
General Graves crouched in front of me.
“Ruby, have you ever seen a red door?”
“Lots of doors are red.”
“Anything unusual?”
I thought about our apartment.
School.
The laundromat.
Mrs. Alvarez’s place.
Then a memory surfaced.
“My mom has a key.”
“What kind?”
“A little brass key.”
“Where?”
“She keeps it inside the hem of my winter coat.”
Major Bennett blinked.
“Inside your coat?”
“She sewed a pocket there.”
“Did she tell you why?”
“No.”
General Graves looked around the ruined apartment.
“Where’s the coat?”
“My bedroom.”
We rushed down the hall.
My room had been searched too.
Books scattered.
Mattress overturned.
Closet emptied.
But my winter coat was still hanging behind the door.
I grabbed it.
Near the bottom seam was a tiny stitched opening.
I pushed my fingers inside.
The brass key was gone.
My heart sank.
“It’s not here.”
General Graves examined the coat.
“Someone cut the pocket open.”
Major Bennett pointed toward the floor.
“Sir.”
A small piece of paper lay beneath the bed.
I picked it up.
It was written in my mother’s handwriting.
RUBY — IF ANYTHING EVER HAPPENS TO ME, GO TO THE RED DOOR.
Below it was an address.
1437 Bellweather Road.
General Graves read it.
His face immediately changed.
“You know that place too?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
He looked at Major Bennett.
“Daniel’s old house.”
The words made my skin prickle.
“Your son’s house?”
“He lived there before he died.”
“Does it have a red door?”
General Graves nodded slowly.
“It did.”
We left immediately.
This time there were no military vehicles.
General Graves refused.
“If Harris compromised my security detail, we don’t know who we can trust.”
Major Bennett borrowed Mrs. Alvarez’s old blue sedan.
General Graves drove.
Major Bennett sat in the passenger seat.
I sat in the back holding my mother’s note.
Nobody spoke for several minutes.
Then I asked, “If Daniel is my father…”
General Graves’s hands tightened around the steering wheel.
“We don’t know that yet.”
“But you think he might be.”
“Yes.”
“Did he know about me?”
The question hung in the car.
“I don’t know.”
“Would he have wanted me?”
General Graves looked at me through the rearview mirror.
“Daniel wanted a family more than anything.”
My throat tightened.
“Then why did Mom never tell me?”
“Maybe she was protecting you.”
“From who?”
General Graves looked back toward the road.
“That’s what we’re going to find out.”
Bellweather Road was nearly abandoned.
Old houses stood behind overgrown lawns.
Some windows were boarded.
Others were broken.
Number 1437 sat at the end of the street.
The house looked empty.
And the front door was red.
“There,” I whispered.
General Graves parked two houses away.
“Ruby stays in the car.”
“No.”
“Ruby.”
“My mom left the note for me.”
“Which is exactly why you’re staying here.”
I crossed my arms.
“I’m going.”
For a second, he almost argued.
Then Major Bennett smiled faintly.
“She has Daniel’s stubbornness.”
General Graves looked at her.
“Not helping, Major.”
We approached the house together.
The red paint was peeling.
Windows covered in dust.
General Graves tried the handle.
Locked.
Major Bennett examined the frame.
“No sign of forced entry.”
I looked at the brass keyhole.
“My mom’s key.”
General Graves nodded.
“Probably.”
“But it’s gone.”
Major Bennett stepped back.
“I can open it.”
“Without breaking it?”
She smiled.
“I had an interesting childhood.”
Thirty seconds later, the lock clicked.
General Graves raised an eyebrow.
“Remind me to review your personnel file.”
“Please don’t, sir.”
For the first time that day, I almost laughed.
Then the door opened.
The smell hit us first.
Dust.
Old wood.
And something else.
Coffee.
Fresh coffee.
Major Bennett immediately reached for her weapon.
“Someone’s been here.”
General Graves moved me behind him.
We entered slowly.
The house looked abandoned.
Furniture covered in sheets.
Dust coated everything.
Except the kitchen table.
Two coffee cups sat there.
One was still warm.
Major Bennett touched it.
“Minutes.”
General Graves searched the downstairs.
Empty.
Then we heard something above us.
Creak.
I grabbed his sleeve.
“Someone’s upstairs.”
Major Bennett raised her pistol.
General Graves whispered, “Stay behind me.”
We climbed.
One step.
Then another.
Creak.
At the top was a hallway.
Three doors.
The first bedroom was empty.
The second contained boxes.
The third was locked.
And painted red.
Another red door.
I stared at it.
“Maybe Mom didn’t mean the front door.”
General Graves tried the handle.
Locked.
Major Bennett examined the lock.
“This one’s different.”
“Can you open it?”
“Give me a minute.”
She knelt.
Then we heard a click from inside.
Major Bennett froze.
The door slowly opened by itself.
Darkness.
General Graves stepped forward.
“Who’s there?”
No answer.
He reached inside and switched on the light.
I gasped.
The walls were covered with photographs.
Hundreds of them.
Pictures of my mother.
Pictures of General Graves.
Pictures of Daniel.
Pictures of military officers.
And pictures of me.
Me walking to school.
Me sitting on the bus.
Me playing outside our apartment.
Me asleep beside a window.
My stomach turned.
“Someone’s been watching me.”
General Graves ripped one photograph from the wall.
On the back was a date.
Three days ago.
Major Bennett moved toward another wall.
“Sir…”
A large map of Fort Aldridge had been pinned there.
Red circles surrounded several buildings.
Warehouse 17.
The command center.
The old medical facility.
And one building marked simply:
MORGUE.
General Graves stared at it.
“Daniel.”
Beside the map was an envelope.
His name was written across it.
NATHANIEL.
He opened it.
Inside was a letter.
General Graves began reading silently.
His face drained of color.
“What does it say?”
He didn’t answer.
“General?”
Major Bennett took the letter.
Her eyes widened.
“What?”
I demanded.
She looked at General Graves.
“You need to tell her.”
He shook his head.
“She’s eight.”
“And someone has already kidnapped her mother and tried to kill us.”
I stepped forward.
“Tell me.”
General Graves finally took the letter.
His voice shook as he read.
Dad,
If you’re reading this, then Evelyn finally found a way to bring Ruby to you.
My heart stopped.
General Graves continued.
Everything you were told about my death was a lie.
His voice broke.
Major Bennett looked away.
I survived the incident at Fort Aldridge.
But surviving wasn’t the same as being free.
General Graves lowered the letter.
“He’s alive.”
I stared at him.
“Keep reading.”
He swallowed and continued.
Vane discovered what Evelyn and I found beneath Warehouse 17.
It wasn’t weapons.
It wasn’t money.
It was people.
Major Bennett frowned.
“What does that mean?”
General Graves kept reading.
Soldiers whose deaths had been falsified.
Families who had been told their sons and daughters were buried.
Men and women who officially no longer existed.
General Graves looked toward the map.
His expression became hard.
“Dear God.”
The letter continued.
I tried to expose it.
Vane stopped me.
Harris helped him.
That name hit all of us.
Harris.
General Graves read faster.
They staged my death.
They threatened Evelyn.
And when they discovered she was pregnant, everything changed.
My fingers went cold.
Ruby wasn’t supposed to survive.
I couldn’t breathe.
General Graves stopped reading.
“What does that mean?”
I whispered.
He looked at me.
I pointed at the letter.
“Keep reading.”
His eyes returned to the page.
Evelyn ran before they could take the baby.
For eight years she kept Ruby hidden in plain sight.
But Vane never stopped looking.
Because Ruby has something he needs.
I stared at my empty hands.
“I don’t have anything.”
General Graves continued.
She doesn’t know she has it.
Evelyn made sure of that.
Then the letter ended.
Except for one final line.
General Graves read it twice.
“What?”
I asked.
He turned the paper toward me.
THE ANSWER IS IN RUBY’S BIRTHMARK.
I touched the tiny mark beside my left eyebrow.
“That’s impossible.”
Major Bennett leaned closer.
“It’s just a birthmark.”
General Graves stared at it.
“No.”
“What?”
“I’ve seen that shape before.”
“Where?”
He moved toward the wall.
He searched among the photographs.
Then stopped at one.
It showed Daniel in uniform.
Behind him was a symbol painted on a metal door.
A tiny crescent shape crossed by a line.
Almost exactly like my birthmark.
“What is that?” Major Bennett asked.
General Graves whispered, “Project Haven.”
The room became silent.
“What’s Project Haven?”
Before he could answer, the floor creaked behind us.
Major Bennett spun around.
“Don’t move!”
A man stood in the doorway.
Tall.
Thin.
Gray beard.
Dirty clothes.
Both hands raised.
I had never seen him before.
General Graves had.
His face collapsed.
The letter slipped from his fingers.
“Daniel?”
The stranger’s eyes filled with tears.
“Hello, Dad.”
General Graves couldn’t move.
Neither could I.
The man stepped into the room.
For twelve years, General Graves had believed his son was dead.
Now that dead man was standing six feet away.
Alive.
Older.
Scarred.
But alive.
General Graves took one trembling step forward.
“Daniel…”
Then another.
He touched the man’s face as if afraid he would disappear.
“My God.”
Daniel closed his eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
General Graves pulled him into his arms.
Neither man spoke.
They didn’t need to.
I watched them hold each other.
Father and son.
A reunion twelve years too late.
Then Daniel opened his eyes.
And looked at me.
Everything changed.
He released his father.
His eyes moved across my face.
My hair.
My freckles.
My green eyes.
Then stopped beside my eyebrow.
His knees nearly buckled.
“Ruby…”
I didn’t know what to say.
He approached slowly.
“Do you know who I am?”
I looked at General Graves.
Then back at him.
“I think you’re Daniel.”
He smiled through tears.
“Yeah.”
“Are you my dad?”
Silence.
Daniel’s smile disappeared.
He looked toward General Graves.
Then Major Bennett.
Then back at me.
“No.”
The answer struck harder than I expected.
“Oh.”
Daniel immediately crouched.
“No, Ruby. Listen to me.”
“But the picture—”
“I know.”
“You were holding me.”
“Yes.”
“My bracelet said Graves.”
“Yes.”
“Then why—”
“Because we needed everyone to believe you were mine.”
I stared at him.
General Graves stepped closer.
“Daniel, what are you saying?”
Daniel stood.
“Evelyn wasn’t pregnant with my child.”
“Then whose?”
Daniel looked terrified.
“That’s the secret Vane has spent eight years trying to bury.”
I felt dizzy.
“Who is my father?”
Daniel looked at me.
“I can’t tell you yet.”
“Why?”
“Because the moment I say his name, everything changes.”
General Graves’s patience snapped.
“My son’s been declared dead for twelve years, Evelyn has been kidnapped, Harris just tried to kill us, and someone has been watching an eight-year-old child.”
He stepped toward Daniel.
“We’re finished with secrets.”
Daniel stared at his father.
“Fine.”
He walked to one of the photographs and pulled it from the wall.
Underneath was a hidden metal panel.
He entered six numbers.
A compartment opened.
Inside was a small black drive.
Daniel held it up.
“This is why Vane wants Ruby.”
“A drive?” Major Bennett asked.
“No.”
Daniel shook his head.
“This is only half.”
“Half of what?”
“The evidence.”
He looked at Ruby.
“Evelyn has the other half.”
“Where?”
Daniel pointed toward my eyebrow.
“Inside her.”
My hand flew to my face.
“What?”
General Graves stepped between us.
“Explain.”
“When Ruby was a baby, Evelyn knew Vane would search everything.”
“Bank accounts.”
“Houses.”
Storage units.”
“Every electronic device.”
“So she hid the access key somewhere nobody would think to search.”
My stomach twisted.
“Inside me?”
Daniel nodded.
“A tiny medical-grade capsule.”
Major Bennett stared at him.
“Under the skin?”
“Placed when she was an infant.”
I backed away.
“No.”
“Ruby, it won’t hurt you.”
“You put something inside me?”
“Your mother did.”
“Why?”
“Because she was trying to keep you alive.”
I touched the birthmark again.
Suddenly it didn’t feel like part of me anymore.
It felt like a lock.
Daniel held up the black drive.
“When the capsule and this drive are combined, they open the complete Project Haven archive.”
“What is inside?” General Graves asked.
Daniel looked at him.
“Names.”
“Whose?”
“Everyone involved.”
“Military officers.”
“Contractors.”
“Government officials.”
“People powerful enough to erase lives.”
Major Bennett’s face hardened.
“Vane is one of them.”
“Vane didn’t create Haven.”
Daniel shook his head.
“He protected it.”
“Then who created it?”
Daniel looked toward me again.
“Ruby’s father.”
My heart stopped.
Before anyone could respond, the lights went out.
Total darkness.
Major Bennett shouted.
“DOWN!”
Glass shattered downstairs.
Daniel grabbed my arm.
“They found us.”
Gunfire erupted outside.
General Graves shouted something I couldn’t hear.
Daniel pulled me toward the back wall.
“There’s another exit.”
We stumbled through darkness.
Major Bennett fired twice toward the staircase.
Daniel pressed something behind the photographs.
A section of wall opened.
“Inside!”
General Graves pushed me through first.
We entered a narrow passage.
Daniel followed.
Major Bennett came last and sealed the wall.
Gunshots became muffled behind us.
“Where does this go?” General Graves asked.
“Underground.”
“To where?”
“An old service tunnel.”
Daniel switched on a flashlight.
We ran.
The tunnel smelled of wet concrete.
My lungs burned.
My legs struggled to keep up.
Then somewhere behind us…
A metal door slammed.
“They’re inside!” Major Bennett shouted.
Daniel grabbed my hand.
“Run!”
We reached a fork.
“Left!” Daniel shouted.
We turned.
Behind us came footsteps.
Fast.
Getting closer.
Then a voice echoed through the tunnel.
“Daniel!”
He froze.
General Graves grabbed him.
“Don’t stop!”
But Daniel wasn’t looking backward.
He was staring ahead.
A man stood at the far end of the tunnel.
Tall.
Older.
A scar running along the right side of his jaw.
General Graves whispered, “Vane.”
Lieutenant General Marcus Vane smiled.
“Hello, Nathaniel.”
Major Bennett raised her weapon.
Vane didn’t move.
Instead, he pressed a pistol against the head of the woman standing beside him.
My mother.
“MOM!”
“Ruby!” she screamed.
I ran forward.
Daniel caught me.
“No!”
“Let her go!” General Graves shouted.
Vane smiled.
“Give me the drive.”
Daniel held it tightly.
“No.”
“Then Evelyn dies.”
My mother looked at Daniel.
“Don’t.”
Vane pressed the gun harder against her temple.
“Five seconds.”
“Daniel!” General Graves shouted.
“Four.”
Daniel looked at the drive.
“Three.”
Then my mother screamed something I didn’t understand.
“Daniel! THE BRACELET!”
Daniel’s eyes widened.
“What bracelet?” I shouted.
“Two.”
My mother looked directly at me.
“Ruby, listen to me!”
“Mom!”
“Your father didn’t create Project Haven!”
Vane’s smile vanished.
“Evelyn.”
“He tried to destroy it!”
“Shut up.”
My mother screamed louder.
“THEY LIED ABOUT HIM TOO!”
Vane struck her across the face.
I screamed.
“One.”
Daniel threw the drive onto the floor.
“Take it!”
Vane smiled.
But my mother suddenly drove her heel backward into his knee.
Vane stumbled.
Major Bennett fired.
BANG!
The tunnel erupted.
My mother dropped.
Vane fired back.
Daniel pulled me behind the concrete wall.
General Graves returned fire.
Then someone screamed.
“Mom!”
I tried to run toward her.
Daniel held me.
“Stay down!”
Smoke filled the tunnel.
Shots echoed.
Then silence.
Terrible silence.
“Mom?”
No answer.
“Mom!”
I crawled forward.
General Graves grabbed me.
“Ruby, wait.”
The smoke slowly cleared.
Vane was gone.
The black drive was gone.
But my mother remained.
She was lying against the tunnel wall.
Blood covered her shoulder.
“Mom!”
I ran to her.
This time nobody stopped me.
She opened her eyes.
“Baby…”
I threw myself against her.
“I thought you were dead.”
“I’m here.”
She kissed my forehead.
“I’m right here.”
General Graves knelt beside us.
“Evelyn.”
My mother’s entire body stiffened.
She looked up at him.
Twenty-one years of history seemed to pass between them without a word.
“Nathaniel.”
General Graves’s voice broke.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For Daniel.”
“For you.”
“For believing the lies.”
My mother looked toward Daniel.
“You found him.”
General Graves nodded.
Then my mother’s expression changed.
“Where’s the drive?”
Everyone went silent.
Daniel looked toward the empty floor.
“Vane took it.”
Mom closed her eyes.
“No.”
“It’s okay,” Daniel said.
“We still have Ruby’s half.”
My mother immediately grabbed his wrist.
“No, you don’t.”
Daniel frowned.
“What?”
“The capsule isn’t in Ruby anymore.”
Nobody moved.
“When did you remove it?” Daniel asked.
“I didn’t.”
“Then who did?”
My mother’s eyes filled with fear.
“Someone removed it before I ever left the hospital.”
General Graves stared at her.
“Then what is Ruby carrying?”
Mom slowly looked at me.
“The only thing they couldn’t remove.”
“What?”
She touched my birthmark.
“Proof.”
“Proof of what?” General Graves asked.
My mother looked around the tunnel.
Then at me.
“Ruby deserves the truth.”
“Mom…”
She took my face between her hands.
“Sweetheart, the man you’ve spent your whole life believing was your father…”
I frowned.
“I never knew my father.”
“I know.”
“Then who is he?”
Tears ran down her face.
Before she could answer, Daniel suddenly turned toward the tunnel entrance.
“Wait.”
Footsteps.
Not running.
Walking.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
Someone was approaching through the smoke.
Major Bennett raised her pistol.
General Graves stepped in front of me.
A shadow appeared.
Then a man walked into the light.
Gray hair.
Dark coat.
No weapon visible.
General Graves stared at him.
His face turned completely white.
“No…”
Daniel whispered, “It can’t be.”
My mother began shaking.
I looked from one terrified adult to another.
“Who is that?”
The stranger stopped twenty feet away.
Then he looked directly at me.
Not at General Graves.
Not at Daniel.
Not at my mother.
At me.
His eyes filled with tears.
“Ruby.”
My mother’s hand tightened around mine.
“Don’t go near him.”
The stranger ignored her.
“I’ve waited eight years to see you.”
I stepped closer to General Graves.
“How do you know my name?”
The man smiled sadly.
“Because I gave it to you.”
My mother shook her head.
“No.”
General Graves whispered a name.
“Jonathan?”
The stranger looked at him.
“Hello, Nathaniel.”
General Graves seemed unable to breathe.
“I watched them bury you twenty years ago.”
The stranger’s smile disappeared.
“Then you should know by now…”
He looked around at Daniel.
At my mother.
And finally at me.
“…this family has buried far too many people who weren’t actually dead.”
My heart hammered.
“Who are you?”
He took one step toward me.
My mother screamed.
“STOP!”
The stranger froze.
Mom struggled to her feet despite the blood soaking her shoulder.
“You don’t get to walk back into her life.”
His face hardened.
“Evelyn—”
“You abandoned us.”
“I protected you.”
“You disappeared!”
“Because Vane would’ve killed her!”
“Who is he?” I screamed.
Everyone went silent.
I looked at my mother.
“Please.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
“Just tell me.”
She stared at the stranger.
Then she looked at me.
And finally said the words everyone had spent eight years trying to keep from me.
“Ruby…”
She swallowed.
“That’s your father.”
I stared at the stranger.
He stared back.
Then General Graves whispered something even more confusing.
“Ruby, there’s something you need to understand.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
General Graves pointed toward the stranger.
“Jonathan Graves is my younger brother.”
My entire body went cold.
I looked at General Graves.
Then Daniel.
Then Jonathan.
And suddenly I understood why my last name had been hidden.
Why Daniel had pretended to be my father.
Why my mother had spent eight years running.
But there was one thing I still didn’t understand.
“If he’s your brother…”
I looked at General Graves.
“…why did everyone think he died twenty years ago?”
Nobody answered.
Jonathan did.
“Because twenty years ago, I discovered Project Haven.”
He reached inside his coat.
Major Bennett aimed her weapon.
“Hands!”
Jonathan slowly removed a photograph.
He placed it on the floor and slid it toward us.
General Graves picked it up.
I looked over his arm.
The photograph showed seven military officers standing in front of Warehouse 17.
A much younger General Graves was among them.
So was Vane.
And standing in the center was a man whose face had been scratched out.
On the back were four handwritten words.
THE ORIGINAL HAVEN SEVEN.
General Graves stared at the photograph.
“I’ve never seen this.”
Jonathan shook his head.
“Yes, you have.”
“No.”
“You just don’t remember.”
General Graves looked up.
“What are you talking about?”
Jonathan’s expression changed.
“Project Haven wasn’t created to make soldiers disappear.”
“Then what was it created for?”
Jonathan stared at his older brother.
“To erase memories.”
Nobody moved.
General Graves almost laughed.
“That’s impossible.”
“Is it?”
Jonathan pointed toward the photograph.
“You don’t remember taking this picture.”
“No.”
“You don’t remember Warehouse 17.”
“No.”
“You don’t remember helping create Haven.”
General Graves’s face went pale.
“I never—”
Jonathan interrupted.
“Nathaniel…”
His voice softened.
“You weren’t investigating this conspiracy.”
“You were part of it.”
Silence swallowed the tunnel.
I looked up at General Graves.
The man who had protected me.
The man who might be my uncle.
The man whose wallet had started everything.
He stared at the photograph as though his entire life had just cracked open.
Then his knees buckled.
He grabbed the tunnel wall.
And whispered…
“Oh God.”
A memory had returned.
TO BE CONTINUED IN PART 4…
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