Chapter 27 - The Son Thomas Vance Never Buried“YOU HAD ANOTHER SON?”
Alexander stared at his father as though the man standing before him had become a stranger.
Thomas Vance gripped the edge of the desk.
Rain hammered against the windows.
Maria stood motionless beside Detective Bennett.
For years, Alexander had believed he was Thomas's only son.
Now Edward had revealed that another child had existed long before Alexander was born.
Thomas slowly nodded.
“Yes.”
Alexander's voice cracked.
“Where is he?”
Thomas closed his eyes.
“I don't know.”
Alexander stepped backward.
“You don't know?”
“I haven't seen him in thirty-five years.”
Maria looked toward Bennett.
The detective was already taking notes.
“What was his name?” she asked.
Thomas hesitated.
“Daniel.”
Alexander stared.
“Daniel Vance?”
Thomas nodded.
“Daniel was born before I married Evelyn.”
Alexander felt the room spinning.
He had spent his entire life believing the Vance family history began with his parents' marriage.
But now every photograph, every family celebration, every story his mother told him seemed incomplete.
“Who was his mother?” Alexander asked.
Thomas looked toward the fireplace.
“A woman named Margaret Hale.”
Bennett frowned.
“What happened to her?”
Thomas's expression darkened.
“She worked in the accounting department of our family foundation. We were young. I loved her.”
Maria felt a chill.
Another accountant.
Another woman connected to the Vance family's charitable accounts.
Another child hidden behind financial records.
Thomas continued.
“When Margaret became pregnant, my father refused to acknowledge the relationship. He believed the scandal would damage the company.”
Alexander stared.
“So he paid her to disappear?”
Thomas shook his head.
“He tried.”
“What happened?”
“Margaret refused the money. She wanted me to acknowledge our son.”
Bennett leaned forward.
“And did you?”
Thomas nodded.
“I signed Daniel's birth certificate. I visited him whenever I could. I intended to marry Margaret.”
Alexander's voice hardened.
“But you didn't.”
Thomas looked devastated.
“No.”
“Why?”
Thomas swallowed.
“Because Margaret disappeared.”
The room fell silent.
Maria felt her stomach tighten.
“What do you mean disappeared?”
“One morning, her apartment was empty. Her belongings were gone. Daniel's crib was still there.”
Alexander stared.
“The crib?”
Thomas nodded.
“The baby was gone too.”
Bennett looked grim.
“Did you report them missing?”
“Yes. But my father insisted Margaret had left voluntarily.”
“Did you believe him?”
Thomas shook his head.
“Never.”
Alexander stepped closer.
“What did you do?”
“I searched for years. Private investigators. Lawyers. Anyone who might know where she went.”
“And Edward?”
Thomas's expression changed.
“Edward told me Margaret had taken Daniel overseas.”
Bennett frowned.
“Did he provide evidence?”
“No.”
Alexander felt cold.
“So Edward may have been involved.”
Thomas nodded.
“I've suspected it for years.”
Maria looked toward the photograph of Edward.
The resemblance between the two brothers was extraordinary.
But their lives had taken different paths.
Thomas had been weak, frightened, and secretive.
Edward had become something far more dangerous.
A man who believed other people's lives were tools.
Bennett looked toward Marcus.
“Search for Margaret Hale and Daniel Vance. Include name changes, missing-person records, and any connections to Edward's foundation.”
Marcus nodded.
“Already working on it.”
Alexander sat heavily in a chair.
His mind returned to the years he had spent alone with Evelyn after Thomas disappeared.
He remembered his mother telling him that family was the only thing money couldn't replace.
Now he wondered whether she had known about Daniel.
“Did Mom know?” he asked.
Thomas looked away.
Alexander stood.
“DID SHE KNOW?”
Thomas nodded.
“Yes.”
Alexander laughed bitterly.
“Of course she did.”
Maria approached him.
“Alexander…”
He shook his head.
“Every person I've ever trusted has been keeping secrets.”
Maria looked into his eyes.
“Not everyone.”
He stared at her.
She continued softly.
“I'm still here.”
For a moment, the anger in his expression softened.
But then Marcus spoke.
“I found something.”
Everyone turned.
Marcus displayed an old photograph.
A young woman stood outside a hospital holding a baby.
Thomas stepped forward.
“Margaret.”
Alexander stared.
The woman had dark hair and gentle eyes.
She looked frightened.
Marcus continued.
“This photograph was attached to an archived foundation payment.”
Bennett frowned.
“What payment?”
“Medical assistance for a child listed as Daniel Hale.”
Thomas's hands began trembling.
“Daniel…”
Marcus enlarged the document.
The payment was authorized by Edward Vance.
Thirty-five years ago.
Bennett looked toward Thomas.
“Edward was paying for the child.”
Thomas nodded slowly.
“He knew where Daniel was.”
Alexander clenched his jaw.
“And he never told you.”
Thomas began crying.
“No.”
Marcus continued.
“There's another document.”
He opened a scanned medical record.
The patient's name had been changed.
The original entry was partially obscured.
But one line remained visible.
SUBJECT D.V.-1 — IDENTITY TRANSITION APPROVED.
Alexander stared.
“D.V.-1?”
Bennett nodded.
“It resembles the A.V.-2 designation used for Gabriel.”
Maria felt cold.
“Edward had been doing this for decades.”
Thomas covered his face.
“My son…”
Bennett looked toward Marcus.
“Can you trace the later records?”
Marcus nodded.
“I'm trying.”
For several minutes, the only sound was the rain.
Then Marcus found another file.
A school enrollment record from twenty-eight years ago.
Daniel Hale had been registered under a different surname.
The photograph showed a seven-year-old boy with dark hair and gray eyes.
Alexander stared.
The resemblance was unmistakable.
“He looks like me.”
Thomas began crying harder.
“That's my boy.”
Marcus continued searching.
The records showed several changes of residence.
Different schools.
Different guardians.
Then, at age eighteen, the paper trail ended.
Bennett frowned.
“Why?”
Marcus shook his head.
“The file was sealed.”
Alexander looked toward him.
“By whom?”
Marcus hesitated.
“A private legal office connected to Richard Sterling.”
Alexander closed his eyes.
Another Sterling connection.
Another stolen identity.
Another child erased.
Suddenly, Bennett's phone rang.
She answered.
Her expression changed.
“What?”
She listened.
Then turned toward Alexander.
“We have an update from Blackwater.”
Alexander stood.
“Gabriel?”
“The police reached the outer gate. The hospital appears abandoned.”
Maria stepped forward.
“Did they go inside?”
“They're securing the property and checking for occupants.”
Alexander's heart pounded.
“Is Gabriel there?”
Bennett hesitated.
“They found signs of recent activity. Food containers. Medical supplies. Fresh tire tracks.”
Thomas looked toward the window.
“Edward was there.”
Bennett nodded.
“Possibly.”
Then she received another message.
Her expression changed again.
“What is it?” Alexander demanded.
Bennett looked up.
“Investigators found a room containing photographs of your family.”
Alexander froze.
“Photographs?”
“Hundreds of them.”
Marcus leaned closer.
Bennett continued.
“Pictures of Evelyn. Thomas. Maria. Sofia. Victoria. Gabriel.”
Alexander felt cold.
“And me?”
Bennett nodded.
“More than anyone else.”
Maria whispered, “He's been watching all of us.”
Bennett looked toward Thomas.
“There's one more thing.”
Thomas stared.
“What?”
“In the center of the room, someone placed a framed photograph of Daniel Hale.”
Thomas began trembling.
Bennett continued.
“Beneath it was a handwritten message.”
Alexander stepped forward.
“What did it say?”
Bennett swallowed.
Then read:
THE FIRST SON HAS ALREADY COME HOME.
The room went silent.
Alexander looked toward Thomas.
“What does that mean?”
Thomas shook his head.
“I don't know.”
But Maria noticed something.
Marcus had gone completely pale.
She turned toward him.
“Marcus?”
He didn't answer.
Alexander looked up.
“What's wrong?”
Marcus slowly lowered his tablet.
For the first time since Alexander had known him, the security chief appeared genuinely frightened.
“Alexander,” Marcus whispered, “there's something I should have told you years ago.”
Alexander stared.
“What?”
Marcus closed his eyes.
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“MY NAME WASN'T ALWAYS MARCUS.”
TO BE CONTINUED…
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