Chapter 11 - The Hospital Bedside Witnessing a Sudden Recovery
By five o'clock the following morning, Ethan sat in a vinyl chair inside Arthur's private room on the ICU floor of the hospital.
The heart monitor beeped in a slow, steady rhythm, displaying green lines that indicated Arthur had survived the emergency surgery.
Agent Ramirez stood near the window, sipping black coffee from a paper cup while reviewing the forensic reports from the warehouse raid.
"We recovered three million dollars in illegal bearer bonds from Julian's warehouse table, Ethan," Ramirez reported quietly.
"Did you find any records connecting my father to my mother's car accident in ninety-six?" Ethan asked without looking up from the floor.
Ramirez paused, setting his coffee cup down on the windowsill before looking at Ethan with a somber, sympathetic expression.
"The federal government investigated your mother's death twenty years ago, Ethan," Ramirez revealed gently. "The case was closed due to lack of evidence."
Suddenly, Arthur's eyelids fluttered open, a weak gasp escaping his lips as he struggled to sit up against his white pillows.
Ethan immediately rose from his chair, reaching out to gently stabilize his father's shoulders. "Dad... take it easy, you're safe now."
Arthur looked around the sterile room, his hazy blue eyes finally settling on Ethan's face with intense, desperate clarity.
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"Ethan..." Arthur croaked out, his voice raspy and thin. "Where is... the leather folder... from my safe?"
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