“PART 2
The people who stepped through the chapel doors were not there for a wedding.
They wore dark suits instead of Dress Blues.
Six of them.
Three men. Three women.
No flowers. No smiles.
The woman in front held a leather folder against her chest, and the silver badge clipped to her belt caught the afternoon light pouring through the stained-glass windows.
My father stared at it.
For the first time in my life, I watched Charles Montgomery become afraid.
Not annoyed.
Not embarrassed.
Afraid.
His hand tightened around the edge of the pew.
“”What is this?”” he demanded.
The woman walked slowly down the aisle between the veterans.
“”Special Agent Rebecca Sloan. Federal Bureau of Investigation.””
A murmur rolled through the chapel.
Someone behind me gasped.
My mother finally looked up.
Agent Sloan stopped beside David Bell.
“”We have warrants authorizing the seizure of financial records, electronic devices, and other materials belonging to Charles Montgomery, Montgomery Automotive Holdings, and the Valor Trust.””
Dad laughed.
It was the same laugh he had used when I told him Julian and I were engaged.
Cold.
Dismissive.
Designed to make whoever stood in front of him feel ridiculous.
“”You people have made a mistake.””
Agent Sloan didn’t blink.
“”No, sir.””
“”My attorneys will destroy this.””
“”You’re welcome to call them.””
Dad reached inside his jacket.
Immediately, two agents shifted forward.
He froze.
Then, slowly, pulled out his phone.
“”Charles,”” my mother whispered.
Dad ignored her.
He dialed.
The chapel had become so quiet that I could hear the ringing from where I stood.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
No answer.
He hung up and tried another number.
Nothing.
His face darkened.
Julian remained at the altar.
He wasn’t looking at Dad.
He was looking at me.
That hurt more.
Because six months.
Six months he’d known something.
Six months he’d kissed me good morning, listened to me complain about seating charts, helped me choose cake flavors, and watched me defend my father when Julian already knew the man might be a criminal.
“”Nora,”” Julian said softly.
I held up a hand.
“”Don’t.””
His mouth closed.
Dad heard us.
His fear instantly sharpened into rage.
“”You.””
He pointed at Julian.
“”You did this.””
Julian stepped down from the altar.
“”I reported evidence.””
“”You targeted me because I didn’t approve of you.””
“”No.””
“”Because I saw through you.””
“”No.””
“”Because you wanted my money?””
Julian almost smiled.
But there was no humor in it.
“”Mr. Montgomery, if I wanted your money, I would’ve stayed quiet.””
Dad lunged into the aisle.
David Bell stepped between them.
The movement was small.
Effortless.
But my father stopped.
David was taller than him, broader too, though something about his stillness was more intimidating than his size.
“”Sit down, sir,”” David said.
“”This is my daughter’s wedding.””
David looked around the chapel.
“”It was.””
The words hit like a gunshot.
I flinched.
Julian did too.
Agent Sloan opened her folder.
“”Charles Montgomery, we also have a warrant for your arrest.””
My mother’s purse dropped to the floor.
Caleb stood up.
“”What?””
Dad turned toward him.
“”Sit down.””
“”Dad, what is she talking about?””
“”Sit. Down.””
Caleb didn’t.
I’d never seen my little brother defy him before.
Agent Sloan continued.
“”Conspiracy to commit wire fraud, money laundering, obstruction of justice, witness intimidation, and misappropriation of charitable funds.””
One of my aunts whispered, “”Oh my God.””
Dad’s face went strangely calm.
That was worse than the shouting.
He straightened his jacket.
“”Do you have any idea who I know?””
Agent Sloan gave him a tired look.
“”Yes.””
Something changed in his eyes.
“”What?””
“”We know exactly who you know.””
My father said nothing.
Behind Agent Sloan, one of the federal agents moved toward the side doors.
Another quietly positioned himself near the aisle.
Suddenly, I understood.
They weren’t only watching Dad.
They were watching the room.
Looking for someone.
David seemed to notice my realization.
He glanced toward the guests.
“”Nora,”” he said, “”you should come with us.””
“”What?””
Julian stepped forward.
“”David.””
His tone changed.
Not frightened.
Warning.
David’s jaw tightened.
“”She deserves to know.””
“”Not here.””
My heart started pounding.
“”Know what?””
Julian looked at me.
I recognized the expression.
It was the same one he’d worn the night he proposed, except stripped of joy.
The face of a man standing at the edge of something irreversible.
“”Nora.””
“”What do I deserve to know?””
My father suddenly laughed again.
But this laugh sounded different.
Almost relieved.
“”Oh.””
Everyone looked at him.
Dad wiped a hand across his mouth.
“”Oh, this is beautiful.””
“”Charles,”” Mom whispered.
He turned toward me.
“”You really don’t know.””
I stared at him.
“”Know what?””
His smile widened.
“”You think your heroic little fiancé investigated me?””
Julian’s face changed.
“”Dad—””
“”He didn’t find the Valor Trust by accident, sweetheart.””
“”Dad, stop.””
Julian’s voice echoed through the chapel.
My father looked delighted.
“”He came looking for it.””
The blood drained from Julian’s face.
I looked between them.
“”What does that mean?””
Dad turned toward the veterans.
“”Did he tell you people?””
Nobody answered.
“”Did your saint tell any of you who his father was?””
My fingers went numb around the bouquet.
Julian closed his eyes.
And suddenly I knew.
Not the answer.
But the shape of it.
A secret.
A very old one.
“”Julian.””
He opened his eyes.
“”Tell me.””
He stepped toward me.
“”My father was Daniel Mercer.””
I waited.
The name meant nothing.
Then someone in the chapel whispered it.
Daniel Mercer.
Another voice repeated it.
David Bell looked down.
Dad nodded slowly, savoring every second.
“”There he is.””
“”Who was Daniel Mercer?”” I asked.
Julian’s throat moved.
“”A Marine.””
David answered instead.
“”A decorated one.””
Julian looked at him.
David continued.
“”Staff Sergeant Daniel Mercer. Two deployments in Iraq. One in Afghanistan. Purple Heart. Navy and Marine Corps Commendation Medal.””
He paused.
“”He also worked with a private logistics contractor after leaving active duty.””
Dad leaned against the pew.
“”And?””
I asked.
Nobody spoke.
“”And what?””
David finally looked at me.
“”He discovered stolen government equipment was being moved through a network of shell charities.””
The air seemed to narrow around me.
“”Charities like Valor Trust?””
“”Yes.””
My bouquet slipped from my fingers.
It landed at my feet.
Petals scattered across the aisle.
Julian came closer.
“”My father tried to expose it.””
“”What happened?””
His eyes filled.
“”He died.””
The chapel disappeared.
All I could see was Julian.
“”How?””
“”Car accident.””
My father laughed under his breath.
Julian turned toward him.
The hatred in his face stopped me cold.
I’d never seen him look at anyone that way.
Dad spread his hands.
“”Very dangerous things, cars.””
David moved instantly.
So did two agents.
Julian started down the aisle.
I grabbed his wrist.
He stopped.
Barely.
Dad’s smile vanished when Julian looked at him.
“”Say it again,”” Julian whispered.
Agent Sloan stepped between them.
“”Enough.””
My father raised both hands.
“”I didn’t confess to anything.””
“”No,”” Agent Sloan said. “”You rarely do.””
Mom stood abruptly.
“”Charles, please.””
Dad turned on her.
“”Sit down, Evelyn.””
She didn’t.
Something in her face had changed.
She looked older than she had an hour ago.
Smaller.
But when she spoke again, her voice was clear.
“”No.””
Dad stared at her.
“”What did you say?””
“”I said no.””
Caleb moved beside her.
My mother’s hands trembled.
But she stepped into the aisle.
“”You told me Daniel Mercer died because he was drunk.””
Julian went still.
Dad’s expression hardened.
Mom looked at Julian.
“”You were nineteen, weren’t you?””
“”Twenty.””
She covered her mouth.
“”I’m sorry.””
Julian looked confused.
“”For what?””
Mom began crying.
Not delicately.
Not quietly.
Her entire body shook.
“”I found the file.””
Dad’s head snapped toward her.
“”Evelyn.””
She looked at him.
“”The file from the garage safe.””
“”Stop talking.””
“”I found it twelve years ago.””
“”Evelyn.””
“”You told me it was an insurance matter.””
Dad stepped toward her.
“”Shut your mouth.””
Every veteran along the aisle moved at once.
They didn’t raise the swords.
They didn’t need to.
Thirty bodies shifted just enough to remind my father exactly how surrounded he was.
Mom stared at him.
Then she laughed once through her tears.
It was almost a broken sound.
“”You still think everyone’s afraid of you.””
Dad’s nostrils flared.
Agent Sloan looked at Mom.
“”Mrs. Montgomery, what file?””
Mom looked toward me.
And for the first time that day, really looked at me.
“”I’m sorry, Nora.””
My chest tightened.
“”What did you find?””
“”A photograph.””
Dad moved.
Fast.
He grabbed Mom’s wrist.
Caleb shoved him.
Chaos exploded.
Guests screamed.
One of the swords clattered against a pew as an agent rushed forward.
Dad swung at Caleb.
Caleb ducked.
David grabbed my father from behind.
Two agents pinned his arms.
“”Get off me!””
“”Charles Montgomery,”” Agent Sloan shouted, “”you are under arrest.””
Dad fought them.
His expensive tie twisted sideways.
His hair fell across his forehead.
The man who had entered the chapel certain that he owned everyone in it now looked painfully ordinary.
They forced his hands behind his back.
Metal cuffs clicked around his wrists.
My father stared at me over David’s shoulder.
“”You think this is over?””
I didn’t answer.
He smiled.
It made my skin crawl.
“”You have no idea who you’re marrying.””
Julian took my hand.
Dad saw it.
His smile widened.
“”Ask him why Daniel Mercer really died.””
Julian’s fingers tightened around mine.
Agent Sloan pulled Dad toward the door.
Mom suddenly shouted.
“”Charles!””
He stopped.
Everyone turned.
She stood in the middle of the chapel aisle, shoulders shaking.
“”The photograph wasn’t of Daniel.””
Silence.
My father’s face changed.
Completely.
Mom swallowed.
“”It was of you.””
Agent Sloan froze.
Dad stared at her.
“”Evelyn.””
“”You were standing beside his car the night before he died.””
Julian’s hand went slack.
“”And you weren’t alone.””
Mom reached into her purse.
My father began fighting again.
“”Evelyn!””
She pulled out a photograph.
Old.
Creased.
Faded.
Dad shouted her name.
Agent Sloan took it.
David leaned over her shoulder.
His face drained.
Julian stepped closer.
“”What?””
Agent Sloan looked at my mother.
“”Where did you get this?””
“”His safe.””
“”When?””
“”Twelve years ago.””
“”Why didn’t you report it?””
Mom’s eyes closed.
“”Because the other man in the photograph told me what would happen to my children if I did.””
My stomach turned.
“”What other man?””
Mom looked at me.
Then toward the back row.
At first, I thought she was looking at an empty seat.
Then I realized someone was sitting there.
An elderly man.
Silver hair.
Dark suit.
A cane resting between his knees.
I’d seen him earlier.
I thought he was one of Dad’s business associates.
He had sat silently through everything.
The federal agents noticed him at the same moment.
The man rose.
Slowly.
David whispered something under his breath.
Julian stared.
“”No.””
The old man smiled.
“”Hello, son.””
My head snapped toward Julian.
Son?
Julian’s face went white.
“”That’s not possible.””
The old man’s smile didn’t move.
Dad started laughing.
A terrible, breathless laugh.
Agent Sloan reached for her weapon.
“”Sir, keep your hands where I can see them.””
The old man raised them calmly.
Julian looked like he had forgotten how to breathe.
“”My father is dead.””
The old man tilted his head.
“”Daniel Mercer is dead.””
Julian stared at him.
“”And?””
The smile disappeared.
“”But Daniel Mercer wasn’t your father.””
The entire chapel went silent.
I heard the air-conditioning kick on.
Somewhere outside, a church bell began to ring.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Julian whispered, “”Who are you?””
The old man looked past him.
At my father.
Then at me.
And I saw something I couldn’t explain.
His eyes.
Gray.
Exactly like mine.
My mother began to sob.
Dad stopped fighting.
The old man stepped into the aisle.
“”My name,”” he said, “”is Jonathan Vale.””
David Bell swore.
Agent Sloan’s hand tightened near her holster.
I looked at Julian.
“”Who is that?””
Julian shook his head.
But David knew.
I could tell by his face.
“”David.””
He didn’t answer.
“”Who is Jonathan Vale?””
David looked at me.
“”Twenty-three years ago, Jonathan Vale ran one of the largest defense-contracting fraud networks on the East Coast.””
Jonathan smiled faintly.
“”Allegedly.””
David ignored him.
“”He disappeared before a federal grand jury could indict him.””
My pulse hammered.
“”Disappeared where?””
“”No one knew.””
Jonathan looked at my mother.
“”Oh, someone knew.””
Mom covered her face.
“”Don’t.””
He leaned on his cane.
“”After all these years, Evelyn?””
My father shouted from between the agents.
“”Don’t say another word!””
Jonathan laughed.
“”You still giving orders, Charlie?””
That single sentence told me something terrifying.
They knew each other well.
Very well.
Julian stepped between Jonathan and me.
“”What do you want?””
Jonathan studied him.
“”You’ve grown into your mother’s eyes.””
Julian flinched.
“”My mother?””
“”Julian,”” I whispered.
He didn’t move.
“”My mother died when I was eleven.””
Jonathan nodded.
“”Yes.””
“”You knew her?””
“”I loved her.””
Julian’s face tightened.
Behind us, David quietly told the veterans to lower their swords.
One by one, the blades came down.
The ceremonial arch disappeared.
The aisle opened.
But the room felt more trapped than ever.
Jonathan looked at me again.
“”Nora.””
I hated the way he said my name.
Familiar.
Possessive.
As if he’d been saying it privately for years.
“”Don’t.””
His eyebrows lifted.
“”You don’t remember me.””
“”I’ve never met you.””
My mother made a choking sound.
Jonathan looked toward her.
“”Tell her.””
“”No.””
“”Evelyn.””
“”No.””
“”Mom?””
She wouldn’t look at me.
I crossed the aisle.
“”Mom.””
Her lips shook.
“”Nora, please.””
“”Tell me what?””
She looked at Dad.
Then at Jonathan.
Then finally at me.
“”Your father isn’t your father.””
The words didn’t register.
Not at first.
My mind refused them.
I even almost laughed.
“”What?””
“”Charles raised you.””
I stepped backward.
Dad shouted from the agents’ grip.
“”Don’t listen to her!””
Mom’s voice broke.
“”But he isn’t your biological father.””
Caleb stared at her.
“”What are you saying?””
Mom turned toward Jonathan.
My legs stopped working.
Julian caught me before I fell.
“”No,”” I whispered.
Jonathan’s gray eyes never left mine.
Mom nodded once.
“”I’m sorry.””
The chapel tilted.
Jonathan Vale.
A fugitive.
A fraudster.
A ghost from some federal investigation older than my relationship with Julian.
Was my father.
And then another thought hit me.
A worse one.
If Jonathan knew Julian’s mother…
If he’d loved Julian’s mother…
I turned toward Julian.
He had gone completely still.
He saw the same possibility.
“”No,”” he said.
Jonathan looked amused.
“”You two always were quick.””
My stomach lurched.
“”Are we—””
I couldn’t finish.
Julian’s face twisted.
Jonathan let the silence stretch.
Then he smiled.
“”No.””
Air rushed into my lungs.
“”We are not related?””
“”No.””
Julian almost collapsed with relief.
But Jonathan wasn’t done.
“”I am Nora’s father.””
He pointed toward Julian.
“”But yours…””
His gaze shifted to Charles Montgomery.
“”…is him.””
Nobody moved.
My father stopped struggling.
Julian stared at Dad.
Dad stared back.
And suddenly every piece of the room seemed to break apart.
Julian’s mother.
Daniel Mercer.
My father’s hatred.
The six months of insults.
The way Dad had called Julian beneath us.
The way he had fought our relationship from the first day.
The way he had looked at Julian sometimes.
Not with contempt.
With fear.
Julian released my hand.
“”No.””
Dad looked away.
“”Look at me.””
Dad said nothing.
Julian walked toward him.
“”Look at me!””
One of the agents tried to block him.
David raised a hand.
Let him.
Julian stopped inches from Charles.
“”Is it true?””
Dad’s jaw tightened.
Julian’s voice dropped.
“”Are you my father?””
My mother whispered, “”Charles.””
He closed his eyes.
And that was enough.
Julian stumbled backward.
I moved toward him.
He held up a hand.
Not because he didn’t want me.
Because he couldn’t handle being touched.
“”You knew,”” he said to Dad.
Charles opened his eyes.
“”Your mother made choices.””
Julian stared.
“”You knew.””
“”I paid for your education.””
Julian blinked.
“”What?””
Dad laughed bitterly.
“”Anonymous scholarships. Undergraduate tuition. Law school.””
Julian shook his head.
“”No.””
“”You think public defenders come out of Columbia without debt by magic?””
Julian looked physically sick.
“”I earned scholarships.””
“”You earned enough for someone to disguise the rest.””
Dad leaned toward him.
“”I took care of you.””
Julian hit him.
The punch came so quickly no one stopped it.
Dad’s head snapped sideways.
Guests screamed.
Agents grabbed Julian.
David pulled him back.
Blood appeared at the corner of Dad’s mouth.
And unbelievably, Charles smiled.
“”There he is.””
Julian struggled.
“”Don’t you ever say that to me.””
“”My son.””
“”Don’t!””
“”You wanted to know the truth.””
“”You let another man raise me.””
Dad’s smile vanished.
“”Daniel Mercer stole you from me.””
David’s voice became cold.
“”Daniel Mercer protected him from you.””
Dad turned on David.
“”You weren’t there.””
“”No,”” David said.
“”But I found the tapes.””
Everything stopped.
Even Jonathan’s expression changed.
Agent Sloan looked at him.
“”What tapes?””
David reached inside his jacket.
Dad went pale.
Jonathan’s cane slipped half an inch.
David removed a small black flash drive.
“”Daniel Mercer left a dead-man archive.””
Julian stared.
“”Since when?””
“”We recovered it forty-eight hours ago.””
“”Why didn’t you tell me?””
“”Because we couldn’t authenticate everything.””
David glanced at Jonathan.
“”Until now.””
The old man’s composure finally cracked.
“”What is on that drive?””
David looked at him.
“”Your voice.””
Jonathan took a step backward.
Agent Sloan drew her weapon.
“”Don’t move.””
Jonathan stopped.
My mother whispered, “”Oh God.””
David continued.
“”Daniel recorded meetings. Names. Payments. Shipments.””
He looked at Charles.
“”And one conversation from the night before his death.””
Julian’s face emptied.
“”Who was there?””
David stared at the two older men.
“”Charles Montgomery.””
Then Jonathan.
“”And Jonathan Vale.””
Dad shook his head.
“”No.””
Jonathan said nothing.
David looked at Julian.
“”Your father and Nora’s father were both there the night Daniel Mercer was marked for death.””
I felt Julian’s hand find mine again.
This time, I held on.
Agent Sloan slowly approached Jonathan.
“”Jonathan Vale, you’re under arrest.””
He smiled.
“”No.””
Her expression hardened.
“”Turn around.””
“”You don’t understand.””
“”Turn around.””
“”They already know.””
David’s brow furrowed.
“”Who?””
Jonathan looked toward the stained-glass windows.
I followed his gaze.
At first I saw only sunlight.
Then headlights flashed outside.
One pair.
Then another.
Then another.
Cars were pulling into the church parking lot.
Black SUVs.
At least five.
Agent Sloan spoke into her radio.
No response.
She tried again.
Static.
Every agent in the chapel suddenly became alert.
David moved toward the doors.
“”Kill the lights.””
Someone hit a switch.
The chapel dimmed.
Guests began whispering.
“”Everybody stay down,”” Agent Sloan ordered.
Julian pulled me behind a pew.
Caleb dragged Mom down beside us.
My father was forced to his knees by two agents.
Jonathan remained standing.
Calm again.
Too calm.
David looked through the narrow glass beside the door.
“”What do you see?”” Sloan asked.
His face tightened.
“”Men.””
“”How many?””
“”At least twelve.””
“”Armed?””
David didn’t answer.
He didn’t have to.
Agent Sloan looked at Jonathan.
“”You called them.””
Jonathan gave her a tired smile.
“”If I’d called them, Agent Sloan, I wouldn’t still be standing here.””
Then the chapel speakers crackled.
Everyone froze.
They weren’t connected to anything.
The wedding music system had been shut off.
Yet a voice came through.
Distorted.
Male.
“”Charles.””
My father went white.
The voice continued.
“”Jonathan.””
Jonathan’s expression collapsed.
Whoever was outside frightened both of them.
That terrified me more than anything else that had happened.
“”Who is that?”” I whispered.
My mother looked at Dad.
Dad looked at Jonathan.
Jonathan slowly lowered himself into the pew.
And for the first time since entering the chapel, he looked old.
Not mysterious.
Not powerful.
Just old.
The speaker crackled again.
“”You were both told what would happen if the Mercer archive surfaced.””
David gripped the flash drive.
Julian stared at him.
Then another sound came through the chapel.
A recording.
A man’s voice.
Rough.
Breathless.
I didn’t recognize it.
Julian did.
His entire body stiffened.
“”Dad,”” he whispered.
Daniel Mercer’s recorded voice filled the church.
“”If you’re hearing this, then Charles and Jonathan failed to bury it.””
Charles squeezed his eyes shut.
Daniel continued.
“”The money isn’t the real secret.””
David frowned.
Agent Sloan looked at him.
Daniel’s voice became softer.
“”The Valor Trust wasn’t created to steal from veterans.””
My father whispered, “”Turn it off.””
“”It was created to find them.””
I felt cold.
“”Find who?”” Caleb whispered.
The recording answered.
“”The children.””
Julian looked at me.
I looked at him.
Daniel continued.
“”There are seventeen.””
Jonathan’s eyes closed.
“”Seventeen children born to men involved in the original operation. Hidden identities. False birth records. Adoptive families. Some of them never knew.””
My mother started shaking.
The voice on the speaker cut out.
Silence followed.
Then the distorted man outside spoke again.
“”Nora Montgomery.””
My heart stopped.
Julian grabbed my arm.
“”Don’t answer.””
The voice continued.
“”Julian Reyes.””
Reyes.
Julian’s mother’s surname.
My father watched us.
And I understood something awful.
The SUVs weren’t there for Charles.
They weren’t there for Jonathan.
They were there for us.
The chapel doors rattled.
Once.
Twice.
David raised his weapon.
The veterans moved away from the aisle, placing themselves between the guests and the entrance.
Agent Sloan shouted, “”Everyone down!””
My mother grabbed my dress.
“”Nora, there’s something else.””
“”Not now.””
“”You need to know.””
“”Mom—””
“”When you were born, Jonathan wasn’t the only name on your original birth certificate.””
My breath caught.
“”What?””
The first chapel door shook in its frame.
Julian looked at Mom.
“”What does that mean?””
She began crying again.
“”I changed it.””
“”Changed what?””
“”The father’s name.””
Jonathan stared at her.
Even he looked confused.
“”Evelyn.””
My mother looked at him.
“”You never knew.””
He stood.
“”What did you do?””
“”I was trying to keep her alive.””
“”Nora is my daughter.””
Mom shook her head.
Jonathan froze.
“”No.””
“”What are you saying?”” I demanded.
Mom reached into her purse again.
Her hands searched frantically until she pulled out a yellowed envelope.
“”I kept this because I knew someday somebody would come.””
She shoved it into my hands.
The chapel door slammed again.
Wood cracked near the lock.
I opened the envelope.
Inside was a hospital document.
My original birth certificate.
My eyes dropped to the line marked FATHER.
I expected Charles Montgomery.
Or Jonathan Vale.
It was neither.
The name was handwritten.
Daniel Mercer.
Julian’s father.
The man Julian believed had raised him.
The man Charles claimed wasn’t Julian’s biological father.
The dead Marine whose recording had just warned us that seventeen hidden children existed.
I couldn’t breathe.
Julian looked over my shoulder.
His face turned gray.
“”No.””
The doors exploded inward.
Veterans shouted.
Agents raised their weapons.
People screamed and ducked behind the pews.
But I barely heard them.
Because Julian was still staring at the document in my hands.
And one impossible sentence filled my mind.
If Daniel Mercer was my biological father…
and Charles Montgomery was Julian’s…
then the men who had raised us had raised each other’s children.
The first armed figure stepped through the shattered doorway.
He removed his helmet.
And David Bell whispered a name I had heard only once before.
A name Julian told me belonged to a man who had been dead for twenty years.
The man smiled at Julian.
Then at me.
“”Looks like Daniel left out one important detail.””
Julian stared at him.
“”What detail?””
The man lifted his weapon.
“”Daniel Mercer isn’t dead.””
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