The Man Who Should Be Dead
Chapter 02 - The Man Who Should Be Dead
Victor Hale tried to stand, but his hands shook too badly. Daniel stepped forward to help him, only for Victor to whisper, “He was supposed to be gone.”
The words were quiet, yet the microphones near the stage caught them.
A murmur swept through the guests.
Helena recovered first. She lowered her pointing hand and turned to the audience with practiced composure.
“Grief makes people vulnerable to fraud,” she said. “This man has studied our family and chosen the most dramatic possible moment to exploit us.”
Ethan did not argue. He simply looked toward Daniel.
“When you were nine, you broke Father’s blue compass and blamed the gardener. I hid the pieces in the hollow lion outside the library.”
Daniel’s face drained of color. No newspaper had reported that memory. No servant had witnessed it.
Helena stepped between them. “Private investigators can buy childhood stories.”
Ethan unbuttoned his left cuff and showed a narrow white burn circling his wrist.
“At fourteen, Daniel trapped himself in the greenhouse during the winter storm. I broke the heating pipe to keep him from freezing. Father said the scar made me look reckless.”
Daniel stared at the mark. His eyes filled, but he refused to let the tears fall.
Victor suddenly crawled toward the scattered documents. Ethan noticed one page stamped with the seal of the Maritime Identification Office. Before Victor could reach it, Ethan placed his shoe over the paper.
“That death certificate was signed forty-eight hours before the coast guard ended its search,” Ethan said.
A camera flash burst from the crowd.
Helena’s voice hardened. “Enough.”
Security guards finally approached, but the head of security, Mrs. Cole, hesitated. She had worked at Vale House since Ethan was a boy.
“Mr. Vale,” she said carefully, “will you submit to a legal identity test?”
“Yes.”
Helena turned on her. “You take orders from me.”
Mrs. Cole met her gaze. “Tonight, I take orders from the law.”
For the first time, fear crossed Helena’s face.
Ethan bent, picked up the maritime certificate, and held it toward the reporters.
“I survived the crash,” he said. “Someone falsified this document before they knew whether I was alive.”
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Victor covered his face.
“And that,” Ethan continued, “is only the first lie.”
