Dr. Alan Mercer had retired four years earlier.
According to public records, he now lived outside Tucson.
According to Investigator Ruiz, he had already hired an attorney before police contacted him.
That fact bothered Derek.
People sought lawyers for many legitimate reasons.
He knew that.
But Mercer had not yet been accused of anything.
The call had merely asked him to answer questions about Thomas Hale and Robert Bennett.
Within forty minutes, he had counsel.
Derek sat beside Olivia in a private waiting room at the sheriff’s office while Ruiz explained what they knew.
“Mercer was your father’s primary specialist during the last fourteen months of his life.”
Derek nodded.
“He managed Dad’s medication.”
“Among other things.”
“Did he know Richard?”
“We found no obvious business relationship.”
“What about my mother?”
“Socially, yes.”
Derek frowned.
“How socially?”
“Marjorie donated to the hospital foundation. Mercer served on its board.”
“That doesn’t mean anything.”
“No. But it establishes access.”
Olivia shifted in her chair.
“What did my father have to do with him?”
“That is what we are trying to determine.”
Ruiz placed a printed timeline on the table.
“Robert Bennett disappeared approximately fifteen years ago. The surveillance photograph showing him with Mercer is dated eight years ago.”
“Which means Robert was alive for at least seven years after everyone told us he had abandoned us,” Olivia said.
“Yes.”
Derek looked at the timeline.
“Dad died six years ago.”
“Yes.”
“So Robert met Mercer two years before Dad died.”
“Correct.”
Derek rubbed his jaw.
“Could Robert have been warning him?”
“Possibly.”
“Or asking for help.”
“Also possible.”
“Then why did my mother have the photograph?”
Ruiz leaned back.
“We believe someone working for Marjorie or Richard was monitoring Robert.”
“For years?”
“The recovered surveillance files cover multiple periods.”
Olivia’s voice tightened.
“My mother spent years telling me Robert chose another life.”
Ruiz did not offer false comfort.
“She may have believed that.”
Olivia looked down.
“Or someone convinced her.”
Derek reached toward Olivia’s hand, then stopped.
After a moment, Olivia closed the distance herself.
Their fingers touched.
It was not reconciliation.
But it was not nothing.
Ruiz continued.
“The blue ledger is being analyzed.”
“What’s in it besides transfers?” Derek asked.
“Names, payment amounts, property identifiers, loan numbers and coded references.”
“Victor Dane?”
“Multiple entries.”
“Richard?”
“Dozens.”
“My mother?”
“Several.”
Derek swallowed.
“And Mercer?”
Ruiz hesitated.
“Three references.”
Derek felt Olivia’s hand tighten.
“What kind?”
“Initials only. A.M.”
“That could be someone else.”
“Yes.”
“But you think it’s Mercer.”
“We are investigating.”
Derek looked toward the closed door.
“Did my father write why he paid him?”
“We haven’t established they were payments.”
“What were they?”
“One notation reads: ‘A.M. refused transfer.’ Another reads: ‘A.M. met R.B.’ The third reads: ‘M says A.M. can be managed.’”
Derek went still.
“M. My mother.”
“Possibly.”
Olivia whispered, “Managed.”
Derek knew exactly why that word disturbed her.
It implied pressure.
Control.
Leverage.
Something beyond ordinary financial dealings.
Ruiz gathered the papers.
“Mercer’s attorney has agreed to an interview tomorrow.”
“I want to be there.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because your presence could contaminate the interview.”
“He treated my father.”
“And he may know facts relevant to a criminal investigation.”
Derek pushed back from the table.
“I’m tired of being excluded from my own life.”
Ruiz held his gaze.
“Then stop treating information like something you have to physically stand beside in order for it to be real.”
The sentence irritated him.
Which probably meant she was right.
They spent that night in separate rooms at a protected location.
Derek lay awake.
At 2:14 a.m., someone knocked softly.
He opened the door.
Olivia stood there holding two cups of coffee from a machine down the hall.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“Me neither.”
She entered.
They sat near the window.
For several minutes they drank terrible coffee without speaking.
Then Derek said, “Tell me about Robert.”
Olivia stared into her cup.
“What do you want to know?”
“What kind of father was he?”
She smiled faintly.
“Messy.”
Derek waited.
“He forgot appointments. Burned breakfast. Sang loudly in the car even though he couldn’t carry a tune.”
“That sounds criminal.”
“He was very embarrassing.”
The smile disappeared.
“But he always came home.”
Until he did not.
Derek said nothing.
Olivia continued.
“When people told us he left, I didn’t believe it at first. My mother did.”
“She never questioned it?”
“She questioned everything for months. Then she got a letter.”
“What letter?”
“A goodbye letter.”
Derek frowned.
“You never mentioned that.”
“I thought it was real.”
“Do you still have it?”
“No. My mother did.”
“Did you recognize his handwriting?”
“Yes.”
“Could it have been forged?”
Olivia looked at him.
“After seeing what they did with your signature?”
Neither needed to finish the thought.
Derek leaned forward.
“What did the letter say?”
“That he had made mistakes. That he was ashamed. That he thought we would be safer without him.”
“Safer.”
“Yes.”
“That word.”
“I know.”
“Your father later called and told you not to find him.”
“Yes.”
“Maybe the letter wasn’t saying he wanted to leave.”
Olivia looked toward the window.
“Maybe it was a warning.”
Derek thought of Thomas.
Never sign papers because someone tells you trust means you don’t need to read.
Both fathers had tried to hide messages inside ordinary language.
Both had believed direct confrontation was dangerous.
“Did Robert ever mention Mercer when you were young?”
Olivia thought.
“No.”
“Victor Dane?”
Her expression changed.
“Once.”
“When?”
“A few months before he disappeared.”
“What happened?”
“My father came home late. He and my mother argued in the kitchen.”
“What did you hear?”
“Not much. I was supposed to be asleep.”
“Try.”
Olivia closed her eyes.
“He said, ‘Victor isn’t a banker.’ My mother asked what that meant.”
“And?”
“He said, ‘It means Richard brought a wolf into a room full of accountants.’”
Derek felt a chill.
“What else?”
“He told her to pack a bag for me.”
“You were planning to leave?”
“I think so.”
“But you didn’t.”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because the next morning he acted normal. He took me to school. He told my mother everything was handled.”
“And then?”
“Three days later he disappeared.”
Derek sat back.
“So whatever happened in those three days convinced him leaving was safer.”
“Or someone convinced him.”
A knock sounded at the door again.
This time it was Ruiz.
Her face told Derek something had changed.
“What happened?”
“We found an address connected to Robert Bennett.”
Olivia stood.
“Current?”
“No. Six years old.”
Her hope dimmed.
Ruiz continued.
“But there is a recorded utility payment at that address from eighteen months ago.”
Olivia stopped breathing for a moment.
“Eighteen months?”
“Yes.”
“Whose name?”
“Not Robert’s.”
“Then why do you think it connects to him?”
“The account was paid through the same trust company that maintained Thomas’s storage unit.”
Derek and Olivia looked at each other.
The same hidden administrator.
Ruiz said, “We’re sending people now.”
“Where?”
“New Mexico.”
Olivia’s voice shook.
“Can I go?”
“No.”
She looked ready to argue.
Ruiz continued quickly.
“There’s more.”
“What?”
“Mercer requested that his interview happen tonight instead of tomorrow.”
“Why?”
“He says someone contacted him.”
Derek stood.
“Who?”
“He won’t say over the phone.”
They reached the sheriff’s office twenty minutes later.
Derek and Olivia were kept in a separate observation room.
A one-way glass panel looked into the interview area, but Ruiz warned that they would not hear everything until authorization was clear.
Dr. Alan Mercer entered with his attorney.
Derek recognized him immediately.
Mercer had aged badly.
His shoulders were narrower. Hair almost completely white. His hands trembled when he sat.
Derek remembered those hands adjusting Thomas’s IV.
He remembered Mercer telling him his father was comfortable.
He remembered thanking him.
Ruiz entered.
The interview began.
After legal preliminaries, Mercer said something that made Ruiz lean forward.
The audio was activated for the observation room.
Mercer’s voice came through.
“I should have spoken years ago.”
Derek’s pulse quickened.
Ruiz asked, “About what?”
Mercer looked at his lawyer.
The lawyer nodded.
Mercer said, “Thomas Hale believed someone was altering his medication.”
Derek gripped the edge of the table.
Olivia turned toward him.
Ruiz asked, “Did you believe him?”
“At first, no.”
“Why?”
“He was frightened. His prognosis was poor. He had serious family conflict.”
Derek clenched his jaw.
Mercer continued.
“Then his blood levels became inconsistent.”
“What medication?”
“Several. Sedatives. Pain medication. Anti-inflammatory drugs.”
“Inconsistent how?”
“Dosages in his system sometimes exceeded what I prescribed.”
Derek’s stomach dropped.
Ruiz asked, “Could Thomas have taken extra medication himself?”
“Yes. Initially I believed that was the explanation.”
“What changed?”
“He told me his wife managed his pills at home.”
Derek shut his eyes.
Marjorie had organized Thomas’s medication into labeled containers every week.
Everyone praised her devotion.
Mercer continued.
“I confronted Marjorie privately.”
“What did she say?”
“That Thomas was confused and sometimes medicated himself.”
“Did you believe her?”
“At that point, partly.”
“Then?”
“A man came to see me.”
“Robert Bennett?”
Mercer looked up sharply.
“Yes.”
Olivia covered her mouth.
Ruiz asked, “What did Bennett tell you?”
“That Thomas’s family had been manipulating financial documents for years.”
“Which family members?”
“Richard Hale.”
“Anyone else?”
Mercer hesitated.
“Marjorie.”
Derek felt something inside him go cold.
“What did Robert want from you?”
“He wanted me to watch Thomas’s medication personally.”
“Why?”
“He believed Thomas was being kept impaired.”
Ruiz’s expression hardened.
“By whom?”
“He didn’t know.”
Derek stared through the glass.
Mercer rubbed his hands together.
“I increased monitoring. For a while, Thomas improved.”
Ruiz asked, “Then what happened?”
“Marjorie insisted on moving more of his care home.”
“And?”
“His condition deteriorated again.”
Derek stood.
Olivia grabbed his wrist.
“Stay.”
He forced himself to sit.
Ruiz asked the question Derek feared.
“Dr. Mercer, are you saying Thomas Hale was poisoned?”
Mercer looked down.
“No.”
Derek exhaled.
Then Mercer continued.
“I am saying someone may have repeatedly given him medication beyond the prescribed amount.”
The distinction barely helped.
“Could that have caused his death?”
Mercer’s hands shook more noticeably.
“Not directly, based on what I knew then.”
“Could it have worsened his condition?”
“Yes.”
“How significantly?”
“I cannot say.”
Ruiz waited.
Mercer closed his eyes.
“There was one night I almost reported it.”
“What stopped you?”
“Richard came to my house.”
Derek leaned closer to the glass.
“What did he say?”
“He told me I had misunderstood the laboratory results.”
“Did he threaten you?”
Mercer looked toward his attorney.
“Yes.”
“How?”
“He knew about an old prescribing complaint from early in my career. It had been resolved, but he said he could make it public.”
“Anything else?”
Mercer’s eyes filled with shame.
“He showed me photographs of my daughter.”
Derek felt Olivia’s hand close around his.
Ruiz asked, “Were you afraid?”
“Yes.”
“So you stayed quiet.”
“Yes.”
Ruiz paused.
“And Robert Bennett?”
Mercer’s face changed completely.
“He wanted to go to federal authorities.”
“What happened?”
“I told him not to.”
“Why?”
“Because by then I understood Richard wasn’t operating alone.”
“Who else?”
Mercer swallowed.
“Victor Dane.”
The room went silent.
Ruiz asked, “What did Robert do?”
“He said he was leaving Arizona.”
“Did he tell you where?”
“No.”
“Did you ever see him again?”
Mercer hesitated.
Derek stopped breathing.
“Yes.”
“When?”
“About two years later.”
Olivia gripped Derek’s arm.
“Where?”
“Flagstaff.”
The photograph.
“What did he want?”
“He gave me something.”
Ruiz leaned forward.
“What?”
“A sealed envelope.”
“For whom?”
“Thomas.”
Derek’s pulse pounded.
“Did you deliver it?”
Mercer shook his head.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Thomas was already very ill. I was afraid the envelope would trigger another conflict.”
“Where is it now?”
Mercer looked directly toward the one-way glass as if somehow he knew Derek stood behind it.
“I kept it.”
Ruiz’s voice sharpened.
“For six years?”
“Yes.”
“What is inside?”
“I don’t know.”
“You never opened it?”
“No.”
“Where is it?”
Mercer whispered an address.
Ruiz stood and signaled to another officer.
Mercer suddenly added, “There’s something written on the front.”
She stopped.
“What?”
Mercer looked exhausted.
“Robert wrote, ‘Give this to Derek if Thomas dies before he learns the truth.’”
Derek stood again.
This time Olivia did too.
Mercer continued.
“And beneath that, he wrote one more line.”
Ruiz waited.
Mercer swallowed.
“Marjorie knows where I am.”
Olivia went pale.
Derek stared through the glass.
If Robert had written that eight years ago, then Marjorie had known he was alive long before Thomas died.
The question was no longer whether she had lied.
It was what she had done after finding him.
Click here to continue reading: PART 9: Robert’s Sealed Letter Reveals Why Marjorie Tracked Him for Years and What Thomas Was Supposed to Discover Before He Died
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