Chapter 15 - THE CHILD WHO DIDN’T KNOW SHE WAS MISSING
Samuel Carter called police that afternoon.
He had not run willingly.
A woman claiming to represent federal child services had arrived before dawn.
She showed documents stating Emily’s adoption was under emergency investigation.
The Carters panicked.
They followed her to a private office.
Then Samuel became suspicious.
He escaped with his wife.
But the woman took Emily.
Grant felt the world narrowing around him again.
Helen was in custody.
Victor was guarded.
Rourke was dead.
Evelyn had surrendered.
Someone else was still operating.
Samuel identified the woman from photographs.
Diane Hale.
Victor’s older sister.
Grant had met her twice at charity dinners.
A quiet woman who managed international adoptions.
Nobody had considered her important.
That had been the mistake.
Owen traced Diane’s organization.
Children First International.
It operated in six countries.
Suddenly the conspiracy was larger than Chicago.
Rachel contacted federal trafficking investigators.
Airports were alerted.
Borders flagged.
Grant sat with Sophie and Luke while Claire rested upstairs.
Sophie asked why everyone looked scared.
Grant chose honesty.
“You have a sister.”
Luke’s eyes widened.
Sophie stared.
“A real sister?”
“Yes.”
“Her name is Emma.”
“But she thinks her name is Emily.”
Sophie smiled for half a second.
Then she understood.
“Did the bad people take her too?”
Grant nodded.
Sophie reached for his hand.
“Then we find her.”
The simplicity of the statement nearly broke him.
By evening, security footage showed Diane and Emily entering a private aviation terminal.
No flight plan listed Diane’s name.
But one charter departed forty minutes later.
Destination.
Toronto.
Canadian authorities prepared to intercept it.
The plane landed.
Diane was not aboard.
Neither was Emily.
The pilot confessed that he had been paid to create a false trail.
Grant punched the wall after hearing it.
Claire found him alone.
She touched his bruised hand.
“You can’t fight ghosts by hurting yourself.”
Grant looked at her.
“I lost seven years.”
“I won’t lose another minute.”
Claire stepped closer.
“You didn’t lose us.”
“We were stolen.”
“There’s a difference.”
Grant finally looked at her.
For seven years he had imagined what he would say if he ever saw Claire again.
Apologies.
Accusations.
Questions.
None mattered anymore.
“I still love you.”
Claire closed her eyes.
“I never stopped.”
They held each other.
Then Grant’s phone rang.
Owen had found something.
Diane’s phone had briefly connected to a tower near the Wisconsin border.
Near Lake Geneva.
Grant remembered Victor’s cabin.
But the signal came from farther east.
A property registered to a trust called Mercer Holdings.
Claire stared at the name.
“That was my father’s company.”
Grant asked if her father was still alive.
Claire shook her head.
“He died when I was seventeen.”
Owen looked at the trust records.
“Someone has been paying the taxes for twenty years.”
Grant already knew the pattern.
Dead people who were not dead.
Old identities.
Hidden money.
Claire whispered.
“My father knew Henry Bennett.”
Then a live traffic camera captured Diane’s vehicle.
A little girl sat in the back seat.
Emily.
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And beside Diane sat an elderly man Claire had buried twenty-two years earlier.
Her father.
