Chapter 13 - The Dark Truth Behind Sarah’s Disappearance Years Ago
Arthur Vance picked up one of the cassette tapes from the lockbox, turning it over in his hand.
“There’s an old cassette player in the study downstairs,” Arthur noted, walking toward the door.
Mark and the marshals followed him back down to the ground floor office in tense, heavy silence.
Arthur inserted the tape into the vintage recorder resting on the bookshelf and pressed the play button.
A wave of static hissed from the speakers before a familiar voice echoed clearly through the room.
“You can’t keep me locked in this house forever, Jessica! Mark will find out the truth!” Sarah’s voice cried out.
Then Jessica’s voice answered, cold and mocking: “Mark only sees what I allow him to see.”
“By tomorrow morning, the police will find your car in Maine, and you’ll be halfway across the Atlantic.”
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The audio recording cut off with a sharp click, leaving the room in absolute, suffocating shock.
Mark gripped the edge of the desk so hard his knuckles turned stark white against his skin.
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