Chapter 10 - The Man Behind the Glass
Claire and Emily were moved to a protected residence owned by the federal government.
Emily had been released from the hospital that morning.
Her first journey outside the neonatal unit ended inside an armored vehicle surrounded by agents.
Claire hated it.
The windows did not open.
The address could not be shared.
The rooms were clean but impersonal.
She had survived Richard’s attempt to confine her medically only to be hidden for her own protection.
Ethan visited every day.
He brought books, food, and updates from the case.
He also brought the one thing Claire requested most often.
Work.
Before marrying Richard, Claire had earned a graduate degree in biomedical engineering.
She had stepped away from corporate management because Richard convinced her that the board would not respect a husband and wife working together.
Now she reviewed the heart-valve testing data.
The reports disturbed her.
The valve’s locking mechanism could fail under high pressure.
Engineers had recommended redesigning the component.
Richard overruled them because the delay would cost the company a major government contract.
Claire identified three internal reports missing from the federal archive.
“Someone removed them,” she told Ethan.
“Can you prove they existed?”
“The numbering sequence skips from report fourteen to eighteen.”
“Could they be unrelated?”
“No. The file references use identical test codes.”
Ethan contacted a former project engineer named Dr. Nathan Briggs.
Briggs had resigned seven months earlier and moved to Vermont.
At first, he refused to speak.
Then Claire called him.
“I remember you,” Briggs said.
“We met at the pediatric research fundraiser.”
“You were kind to my daughter.”
“How is she?”
A pause followed.
“She died.”
Claire closed her eyes.
“I’m sorry.”
“The valve failed during a compassionate-use procedure.”
Claire felt the air leave her chest.
“Was it Harrington’s prototype?”
“Yes.”
“Did Richard know?”
“I sent him the report myself.”
Briggs had authored the missing documents.
They showed catastrophic failures in laboratory testing and warned against human use.
Richard ordered the files removed from the central database.
Pritchard approved continued trials.
Briggs kept copies.
He agreed to testify.
Federal agents prepared to bring him into protection.
They arrived at his Vermont home one hour too late.
The house was empty.
A back door stood open.
There were signs of a struggle.
Victor Shaw had found him first.
This time, Shaw left a message.
A photograph of Claire’s daughter was placed on Briggs’s kitchen table.
Written across it were three words.
Stop digging, Ethan.
When Ethan saw the photograph, something inside him cracked.
He met federal agents in a conference room and demanded broader protection.
The lead agent reminded him that hundreds of people were connected to the investigation.
“We cannot guard every potential witness.”
“You allowed the same man to attack a transport convoy, fire at a courthouse, and kidnap another witness.”
“We have teams searching for him across three states.”
“He is receiving information.”
“We are investigating possible leaks.”
“Investigate faster.”
The agent stood.
“This is not one of your courtrooms, Mr. Cole.”
“No. In a courtroom, incompetence has consequences.”
The meeting ended badly.
Lena waited outside.
“You are making enemies,” she said.
“I already have enemies.”
“You are attacking the people protecting Claire.”
“They failed to protect Briggs.”
“You think anger makes you sharper.”
“It does.”
“No. It makes you predictable.”
Ethan looked at her.
Lena had been the only person in his professional life willing to speak to him that way.
“He threatened Emily.”
“That is why you need to stop behaving like Claire’s frightened brother and start behaving like her attorney.”
The words struck deeper than she intended.
Ethan walked away without responding.
That night, Claire found him sitting alone in the kitchen of the protected house.
He held the photograph Shaw had left.
“You should not have that here,” she said.
“I know.”
“Then why did you bring it?”
“To remember the cost of a mistake.”
“Whose mistake?”
“Mine.”
“You did not kidnap Briggs.”
“I contacted him.”
“Richard created the danger.”
“I exposed Briggs to it.”
Claire sat across from him, Emily asleep against her shoulder.
“You told me deception belongs to the deceiver.”
“This is different.”
“Only because guilt gives you the illusion of control.”
Ethan looked at her.
“Dr. Lawson told me that,” Claire said. “I thought you might need it too.”
For the first time since the fall, Ethan smiled.
It disappeared quickly.
“Richard will not stop.”
“Then neither will we.”
The following morning, a federal technician discovered an unauthorized signal near the protected residence.
Someone had installed a tracking device inside Emily’s portable oxygen monitor before she left the hospital.
Only hospital staff, family, and approved visitors had access to the device.
Richard had visited the neonatal unit twice.
But surveillance showed he never touched the monitor.
Another person had.
Dr. Samuel Pritchard.
Security video showed him entering the unit wearing borrowed hospital identification.
He remained beside Emily’s incubator for four minutes.
Police arrested him at his clinic.
Inside his office, they found blank prescription forms, hidden patient records, and payments from Richard’s shell companies.
They also found a secure messaging application.
The most recent conversation was with Victor Shaw.
Pritchard had sent him the tracking code.
Shaw responded with a photograph.
It showed Dr. Nathan Briggs tied to a chair inside an unfamiliar room.
Beneath it was a message.
Deliver Claire’s location, or the engineer dies.
Pritchard had tried.
Now the police had the image.
In the background, visible through a dirty window, stood a faded red water tower marked with the name of a town.
Ethan zoomed in.
Marlowe.
Lena searched the map.
There was only one Marlowe within driving distance.
A nearly abandoned mining town in western Pennsylvania.
Federal teams headed there immediately.
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And for the first time, Victor Shaw had left behind more than a threat.
He had left a path.
