Chapter 4 - The Man in the LobbyCaleb looked exactly as Marcus had always known him.
That was almost the worst part.
Forty-one years old.
Broad shoulders.
Close-cut hair.
Expensive navy jacket.
The same crooked smile Marcus remembered from childhood summers, high-school football games, college weekends and his father’s funeral.
Caleb stood when Marcus entered the hospital lobby.
“Man.”
He opened his arms.
Marcus did not move.
Caleb slowly lowered them.
“How is she?”
“Alive.”
“Thank God.”
Marcus studied his face.
“Why are you here?”
“Because your wife nearly died.”
“You never come to hospitals.”
“What does that mean?”
“You skipped your own appendix follow-up because you hate hospitals.”
Caleb gave a tired laugh.
“Marcus, come on.”
“Why did you text me before you knew what happened?”
Caleb’s expression changed only slightly.
“I told you. Your mother called.”
“That wasn’t my question.”
Caleb looked toward nearby families.
“Can we talk somewhere private?”
“No.”
Caleb lowered his voice.
“You’re making a scene.”
“No. I’m asking a question.”
“What do you think happened?”
Marcus watched him carefully.
“You tell me.”
Caleb’s jaw tightened.
“This is insane.”
“Sarah says you know what she found.”
For the first time, fear appeared.
Small.
Fast.
But real.
Marcus saw it.
“What did she say?”
“That wasn’t a denial.”
“Marcus, listen to yourself.”
“What did she find?”
Caleb stepped closer.
“Your wife has been snooping through company records she doesn’t understand.”
Marcus felt anger surge.
“How do you know?”
Caleb hesitated.
“She asked questions.”
“To you?”
“To people.”
“Who?”
“Accounting.”
“Names.”
“Why are you interrogating me?”
“Because Sarah was poisoned by carbon monoxide in a garage where the safety detector was disconnected.”
Caleb stared at him.
Then whispered, “What?”
Marcus had known him for decades.
He could not tell whether the surprise was genuine.
“The camera stopped recording too.”
Caleb rubbed his forehead.
“Jesus.”
“You have access.”
“So do you.”
“So does Sarah.”
“Then maybe it malfunctioned.”
“The investigator says it was interfered with.”
Caleb shook his head.
“This has nothing to do with me.”
“Then tell me what Sarah found.”
“I don’t know.”
Marcus stepped closer.
“Wrong answer.”
Caleb’s expression hardened.
“Be careful.”
Marcus almost laughed.
“Is that a threat?”
“No. It’s advice.”
“Sounds like a threat.”
Caleb looked toward the elevator.
“I’m trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
Caleb didn’t answer.
Marcus’s phone vibrated.
A hospital security officer approached.
“Everything okay?”
Marcus never looked away from Caleb.
“Everything’s fine.”
Caleb straightened his jacket.
“I’ll leave.”
“Good.”
He turned.
Then stopped.
“Marcus.”
“What?”
“If Sarah found papers involving the house, don’t assume they mean what she thinks.”
Marcus felt his pulse jump.
“I never mentioned the house.”
Caleb froze.
A long silence stretched between them.
Then Caleb smiled faintly.
“Your mother did.”
Marcus knew immediately it was a lie.
Evelyn had told him she had not discussed Sarah’s findings with Caleb.
Marcus said nothing.
Caleb walked away.
The moment the lobby doors closed, Marcus called Evelyn.
She answered on the third ring.
“Marcus?”
“Did you tell Caleb about the lien on my house?”
Silence.
“Mom?”
“No.”
Marcus closed his eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Then he knows about it.”
Evelyn inhaled sharply.
“I’m coming back.”
“Not yet.”
“Marcus—”
“First Commonwealth Bank. Does that mean anything?”
Another silence.
This time Marcus felt something break inside him.
“What?”
“Your father banked there.”
Marcus stared through the lobby glass.
“Did Caleb know?”
“Yes.”
“Did he have access to Dad’s accounts?”
“He worked in finance.”
“What happened before Dad died?”
Evelyn whispered his name.
“No more hiding.”
“I’m not hiding.”
“Sarah says there’s a recording of you.”
His mother went completely silent.
Marcus’s stomach tightened.
“What did you tell my wife?”
“I told her something I should have told you six years ago.”
Marcus stopped breathing for a moment.
“What?”
Evelyn began to cry.
“Your father discovered money missing.”
“How much?”
“Ninety thousand dollars.”
“Who took it?”
“I never saw proof.”
“Who did Dad suspect?”
Evelyn whispered.
“Caleb.”
Marcus lowered himself into a chair.
The hospital lobby seemed to tilt.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because Walter confronted him.”
“And?”
“Caleb promised to repay it.”
“Did he?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know?”
“Your father died three months later.”
Marcus stared at the polished floor.
“And you just buried it?”
“I thought the family had suffered enough.”
“You let me make him CFO.”
“I know.”
“You watched me trust him with everything.”
“I know.”
“You watched me give him access to my house.”
Evelyn sobbed.
“I was afraid.”
“Of Caleb?”
“Of losing what was left of our family.”
Marcus laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“Mom.”
“What?”
“You may have helped destroy it.”
He ended the call.
When Marcus returned upstairs, Jaden was awake.
The boy looked at him.
“Was Uncle Caleb here?”
Marcus stopped.
Jaden had always called Caleb uncle.
Not because they were brothers.
Because Caleb had always been there.
Birthdays.
Barbecues.
Christmas.
School plays.
Marcus nodded slowly.
“Yes.”
Jaden looked down.
“I saw his truck yesterday.”
Marcus’s blood went cold.
“Where?”
“Outside our house.”
“What time?”
“After you went to bed.”
Marcus crouched in front of him.
“Are you sure?”
Jaden nodded.
“He was talking to Mom.”
“Outside?”
“In the driveway.”
“What were they saying?”
“I couldn’t hear everything.”
“Anything.”
Jaden thought.
“Mom said, ‘You don’t get to use my family to save yourself.’”
Marcus stared at him.
“And Caleb?”
Jaden swallowed.
“He said something like…”
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“‘Then you’re leaving me no choice.’”
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