She Found a Stranger Sleeping in Her Garage… Then Discovered Who He Really Was

Chapter 4

By sunrise, the police had left.

They took photographs of the hidden room but made no arrests.

The officers told Emma that without evidence of an immediate crime, they couldn’t hold Daniel.

Emma expected Daniel to disappear.

Instead, he remained sitting on the garage floor.

He looked exhausted.

“You can sleep upstairs,” Emma said.

Daniel stared at her.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“I broke into your garage.”

“You also look like you haven’t slept properly in weeks.”

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Daniel gave a weak laugh.

“That’s fair.”

Emma pointed toward the stairs.

“There’s a guest room.”

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He didn’t move.

“Why are you helping me?”

Emma considered the question.

“I don’t know.”

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Then she added:

“But my grandmother knew your father.”

Daniel nodded.

“And if she trusted him, I want to know why.”

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They spent the morning going through the hidden room.

Most of the documents were financial records.

Harrow Industrial had indeed transferred millions of dollars from employee pension accounts into private companies.

But the names on those companies were unfamiliar.

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Until Emma found an old newspaper.

The headline read:

HARROW INDUSTRIAL ANNOUNCES MAJOR EXPANSION

Underneath was a photograph of three men.

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The company’s president.

Its chief financial officer.

And the mayor of Cedar Falls.

Emma recognized the mayor.

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Not from twenty years ago.

From today.

Richard Harrow.

Seventy-two years old.

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Still wealthy.

Still powerful.

And still the chairman of the Harrow Foundation.

Daniel stared at the newspaper.

“My father knew him.”

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Emma nodded.

“That’s the problem.”

She found another document.

A list of pension withdrawals.

One name appeared repeatedly.

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Reed, Michael — Account terminated.

But the date was strange.

His account had been terminated six months after he supposedly disappeared.

Daniel leaned closer.

“That’s impossible.”

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“Why?”

“My father disappeared in October 2003.”

The document was dated April 2004.

Emma frowned.

“Maybe someone closed it after he disappeared.”

Daniel shook his head.

“No.”

He pointed to the signature.

“My father’s.”

Emma looked at it.

The handwriting was unmistakable.

But Daniel’s face had gone pale.

“He was alive six months later.”

Emma slowly looked up.

“You mean…”

“Someone forced him to sign.”

A sound came from upstairs.

Both froze.

Emma grabbed the flashlight.

“Did you hear that?”

Daniel nodded.

They climbed the stairs.

The house was empty.

The front door was locked.

Every window was shut.

Then Emma noticed something.

The kitchen drawer was open.

The drawer where her grandmother had kept the old photographs.

Someone had been searching through it.

Daniel walked over.

“Your grandmother’s things?”

Emma nodded.

He picked up a photograph.

The same photograph from the garage.

Michael and Margaret.

But this time Emma noticed something she hadn’t seen before.

Behind them was a car.

A black sedan.

And standing beside it was another man.

His face had been scratched out.

Daniel stared.

“That’s him.”

“Who?”

“My father’s boss.”

Emma looked closer.

“Richard Harrow?”

“No.”

Daniel pointed at the damaged face.

“His son.”

Emma’s stomach tightened.

“Who is his son?”

Daniel whispered the name.

“Jonathan Harrow.”

Emma remembered him.

Everyone in Cedar Falls did.

Jonathan Harrow had died in a car accident twelve years earlier.

At least, that was what everyone had been told.

Daniel looked at her.

“My father didn’t disappear.”

He turned the photograph over.

There was writing on the back.

He survived.

Emma’s breath caught.

“Who survived?”

Daniel looked at her.

“My father.”

Then came three knocks on the front door.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Emma and Daniel stared at each other.

A man’s voice called from outside.

“Emma Carter?”

She didn’t answer.

The voice came again.

“Ms. Carter, we need to talk.”

Daniel whispered:

“Don’t open that door.”

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