Bittersweet Memories: Part 2 – Chapter 75
Bittersweet Memories
âSilas?â I snap out of my thoughts at the sound of Amyâs voice and find her standing in front of my desk. How long has she been trying to get my attention?
âWhat is it?â
I havenât been able to focus on anything at all since Alanna left. She requested holiday leave from work, so I havenât seen her in over a week now. The security team told me sheâs safely checked into a bed-and-breakfast nearby, but Iâm still restless. Iâm worried Iâm truly losing her, and itâs killing me to give her the space she asked for. All I want to do is call her so I get to hear her voice.
âWe found your fatherâs lawyer. He entered the country this morning, and I instructed our interception team to pick him up. Heâs being transported to our interrogation room as we speak.â
I sit up in shock. âWeâve been looking for him for years.â
Amy smiles excitedly. âHe must have thought itâd be safe to return now. I think weâll get him to talk quite easily. If heâs back, he either needs more money, or he wants his life back. Whichever it is, cooperating with us will be his best bet. Mona has nothing left to offer him.â
I nod. âLetâs go. Send someone to collect Ryan for me. I want him to see this. If we get the answers weâre after, then this might finally show him his motherâs true colors. And if we donât, then he equally has a right to know that too.â
Amy nods and walks out of my office, a determined look on her face. Sheâs one of very few people who know how tough the last couple of years have been. I know she must share the satisfaction Iâm feeling right now. Even if we donât get the answers we seek, at least we found him.
Iâm tense as I walk into the control room, making sure the cameras are on. I donât want to miss anything today.
âWhy did you bring me here?â Ryan asks the moment Amy leads him into the interrogation roomâs backroom. I turn toward him, feeling torn. With everything heâs done lately, I no longer see him as the cute kid I wanted to protect. But at the same time, I canât let go of the obligation I feel. I canât help but wish that heâs only this way because of his mother, and that the truth will change him.
âYouâll see.â
I watch as Michael is led in by the interception team, his eyes filled with panic. I let him sit in the room by himself for a moment, his thoughts undoubtedly going wild. If he truly did what I think he did, then I canât be the only person he screwed over.
I inhale deeply as I open the door to the room and walk in, his eyes widening when he sees me.
âSilas.â
âMichael,â I nod. âLong time no see.â
He looks older, the calculating look in his eyes long gone. âIt must have been exhausting looking over your shoulder for so many years, only to still get caught in the end.â
He looks away and shakes his head. âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
I sit down opposite him and entwine my fingers as I stare him down. âIâm not the little boy you betrayed anymore,â I tell him, my voice soft. âIn the time youâve been gone, I built Sinclair Security. Itâs one of the biggest security firms in the world, covering everything from private investigation, bodyguard services and even cybersecurity. Turns out I wasnât the only one thatâs been looking for you,â I bluff. âI wonder how much money I stand to make if I hand you over.â
His eyes widen, true fear finally filling his eyes. âYou canât do that to me, Silas. Theyâll kill me.â
âI know.â I glance at my hands and lean back in my seat. âTo be honest, I donât need the money Mona and you took from me. It took some time, but Iâve got enough of my own. What I want is the truth. Why did you forge my fatherâs will? How did you do it?â
He rocks back and forth in his chair, contemplating his next move. âIf I tell you, I want protection. I want the bodyguard services your firm offers in exchange for the full truth.â
I nod. âVery well. Thatâs easy enough. Talk.â
âI want it in writing.â
I rise from my seat and chuckle. âYouâre insane if you think Iâm going to wait for my lawyers to draw up a contract. I donât have time for that. This is a take it or leave it deal. Either you talk right now, or Iâm handing you over to someone whoâll make you. What is it going to be?â
He grits his teeth and nods, his expression haunted. I have no idea who is after him, but fear has always been a strong motivator.
âIt was all Monaâs idea. She offered to pay me a ten percent cut of the entire estate if I forged your fatherâs will and left everything to her.â
I nod and sit down at the table, wondering what Ryan must be feeling right now, if he even believes Michael at all. Heâs been making excuses for his mother all his life.
âWhat was in the original will?â
â75% went to you to account for your motherâs stake in the business, and the other 25% went to Ryan. Mona didnât get anything. She was worried about it mostly because the will determined that you would hold Ryanâs share too, until he turned 25. Sheâd be left with nothing and no access to any funds, either.â
I nod, my thoughts reeling. âMy father died unexpectedly, yet it was ruled to be a natural death. She had him cremated as soon as she possibly could to prevent me from doing a second autopsy. Did she have anything to do with my fatherâs death?â
Michael shakes his head. âI donât know. All I know is that heâd asked me to start divorce proceedings, and a few weeks later, he was dead. If she did do it, I wasnât involved.â
I run a hand through my hair and look up at the ceiling. I canât prove that she killed him, but Iâm certain she did. âOkay,â I tell him. âThank you for your time. My men will see you out.â
âWhat about my bodyguard services?â
I frown at him. âWhat are you talking about?â
âS-silas, you promised me. If you could find me this easily, they will too.â
âYou canât outrun your bad deeds, Michael. Youâll pay for what youâve done, and I wonât even need to dirty my hands.â
âYou lied to me.â
I rise to my feet and smile at him. âIsnât that exactly what you once did to me?â
I walk away without looking back, not a single ounce of remorse nagging at my conscience. He deserves whatever it is thatâs coming for him.
âDid you hear that?â I ask Ryan.
Heâs staring at the window, his face as white as a sheet. âHow much did you pay him to say all of that?â
My heart sinks and I look away. âRyan, if after all this, you still canât see the truth, then you truly are a lost cause.â
He looks at me, his eyes flashing with anger. âIâm not retracting my offer. Iâm still going after Alanna if you donât give me what Iâm owed. Youâve got three days left, Silas. Make them count.â
I stare at him in disbelief as he walks out of the room, my heart sinking as I think back to the little boy who cried his heart out at our fatherâs funeral. Itâs that image of him that made me weak, and itâs that same image thatâs now going to cost me everything.