Chapter 3 - The Cabinet Nobody Opened
Margarite finally admitted the cabinet belonged to Rafe's late father.
It had remained locked for years.
Rafe had never been given the key.
“Why?”
“Because your father told me never to open it.”
Rafe stared at her.
“My father has been dead twelve years.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you still obeying him?”
Margarite looked away.
Sloan noticed the hesitation.
She walked toward the cabinet.
Rafe stopped her.
“Don't.”
Sloan turned.
“You're afraid of what's inside.”
“No.”
“You're afraid of what it will tell you.”
Rafe said nothing.
Margarite removed a small key from her necklace.
She unlocked the cabinet.
Inside were old medical files.
Property records.
Letters.
And one leather case.
Sloan opened it.
A row of prescription bottles sat inside.
Every bottle carried Rafe's name.
But the dates were wrong.
Some had been filled years before he became ill.
Rafe picked one up.
“This isn't mine.”
Sloan examined the label.
“It has your name.”
“But not your signature.”
Margarite's hands trembled.
Then they found a letter.
It was from Rafe's father.
The letter contained only one warning:
If Rafe ever becomes sick without an explanation, do not trust the person treating him.
Rafe stared at the words.
“Dr. Lane.”
Sloan nodded.
But she wasn't convinced.
The letter was too convenient.
Someone had wanted them to find it.
She turned the page.
A small mark appeared in the corner.
Three black dots.
Sloan recognized it.
Her face changed.
Rafe noticed.
“What?”
She folded the letter.
“Nothing.”
He stepped closer.
“You just lied.”
Sloan met his eyes.
“Yes.”
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“Why?”
“Because whoever left that mark knows exactly who I am.”
