Chapter 7 - The Sister at the Water Tower

Harrow Feed had been closed for fourteen years.

The red letters Elsie described were still visible on the side of a concrete water tower, though half the H had peeled away and rust streaked the white paint.

Claire saw it from a mile down County Route Six.

“There.”

Mara leaned forward between the seats.

“Drive faster.”

Owen shook his head.

“No. If Pike is still searching, a speeding car is a flare.”

Mara glared at him.

“My sister is out there drugged and injured.”

“Our sister,” Claire said quietly.

Mara looked at her.

Claire kept her eyes on the road.

Mara's anger softened.

“Our sister,” she corrected.

Owen had contacted a detective he trusted in the county prosecutor's office, Sofia Grant, and sent her Elsie's recorded call, Ruth's notebook pages and the bank documents. Grant had promised deputies but warned they were coming from twenty miles away.

Claire hated the waiting.

She hated every minute of driving past empty fields knowing Elsie might be hiding in one of them.

At the abandoned feed mill, Owen parked behind a line of rusted grain trucks.

“Stay together.”

Mara was already opening the door.

Claire caught her sleeve.

“He said together.”

“I heard him.”

“Then act like it.”

Mara stared at her.

For a moment Claire wondered if she had pushed too hard.

Then Mara nodded.

“Fine.”

They moved through knee-high weeds toward the water tower.

A gravel service road curved behind a collapsed warehouse. Fresh tire marks cut across the mud.

Owen crouched.

“Two vehicles.”

Mara pointed toward the warehouse.

“There.”

A strip of white cloth hung from a broken window frame.

Claire recognized the pattern from Elsie's Polaroid: the same blue-and-white shirt she had been wearing beside Ruth.

“Elsie!”

Owen grabbed Claire's arm.

“Don't shout.”

Too late.

A metal door slammed somewhere behind the building.

Mara ran.

Claire swore and followed.

They rounded the warehouse and found a narrow loading yard bordered by concrete walls. A woman crouched behind a stack of pallets.

Her hair was tangled. One sleeve was torn. Purple bruising marked her wrist.

Mara stopped so hard she nearly fell.

“Elsie.”

The woman looked up.

For a second she seemed not to understand what she was seeing.

Then she stood.

“Mara?”

Mara crossed the yard in three strides.

They collided in an embrace so fierce Claire heard both of them gasp.

“You absolute idiot,” Mara sobbed.

“I know.”

“You disappeared.”

“I know.”

“You didn't tell me where you were going.”

“I know.”

Mara pulled back and slapped both hands lightly against Elsie's shoulders.

“You do not get to say I know as if that fixes anything.”

Elsie laughed and cried at the same time.

“Okay.”

Then she saw Claire.

Everything in her face changed.

Claire could not move.

Elsie stared at her as if she had spent years imagining this exact moment and still had not prepared for it.

“Hi,” Claire said.

Elsie's mouth trembled.

“You really are her.”

“I think so.”

“No.”

Elsie stepped closer.

“You are.”

She lifted one hand, then stopped before touching Claire's face.

“Can I?”

Claire nodded.

Elsie brushed her thumb over the scar above Claire's eyebrow.

“Mara said you hit a birdbath because you were showing off.”

Mara protested.

“She was showing off.”

Claire laughed through tears.

“I was five.”

“You were still showing off.”

Elsie made a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob.

Then she hugged Claire.

Claire held her.

She had no memory of holding Elsie as a child.

Her body recognized it anyway.

Small shoulders. Dark hair against her cheek. The instinct to put one hand at the back of her head.

Elsie whispered, “I found you.”

Claire closed her eyes.

“You did.”

Owen's voice cut through the moment.

“Car.”

They separated.

A black SUV entered the service road.

Elsie's face went white.

“Pike.”

Mara grabbed her hand.

“Come on.”

Owen pointed toward a concrete drainage channel.

“Down there.”

They ran.

The SUV stopped behind the warehouse.

A man's voice shouted.

“Elsie!”

She flinched violently.

Claire noticed.

“You know him.”

“He was at the clinic.”

“Did he hurt you?”

“He signed me in under a fake name.”

Mara's face hardened.

“I asked if he hurt you.”

Elsie looked at her.

“Yes.”

Mara turned back toward the SUV.

Claire caught her.

“No.”

“Let go.”

“No.”

“He put his hands on her.”

“And he wants you angry enough to do something stupid.”

Mara shook with rage.

Elsie grabbed her other arm.

“Mara, please.”

The word stopped her.

They crouched inside the drainage channel as footsteps approached above.

Owen whispered, “Deputies are six minutes out.”

Claire stared at him.

“How do you know?”

He showed her a tracking screen.

“Sofia sent their unit locations.”

Mara muttered, “You have a disturbing number of gadgets.”

“Occupational issue.”

Damian Pike appeared at the edge of the concrete channel.

He was in his forties, broad-shouldered, wearing a dark coat over a suit. Claire had seen him dozens of times at Vale events and had never once thought about him beyond the word security.

Now his face looked stripped of hospitality.

“Ms. Bell,” he called.

Elsie pressed closer to Mara.

Pike continued.

“You are not well. The clinic is worried about you.”

Mara whispered, “I will kill him.”

Claire whispered back, “No, you won't.”

“Figuratively.”

“Good.”

Owen raised his phone and began recording.

Pike stepped down into the channel.

“I know you're here.”

Claire stood.

Mara hissed, “What are you doing?”

“Buying six minutes.”

Pike stopped when he saw her.

“Mrs. Vale.”

“Not Mrs. Vale.”

A flicker crossed his face.

“Claire.”

“That isn't permission to use my first name.”

Pike almost smiled.

“Helena would like everyone to return to the estate.”

“I doubt that.”

“She wants to resolve this privately.”

“Like my mother?”

His expression shut down.

Claire continued.

“Was eighteen years at St. Orison private enough?”

“I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Were you at the clinic with Elsie?”

“No.”

Behind Claire, Elsie whispered, “Liar.”

Pike heard her.

“Elsie, you need medical attention.”

“She needs a doctor she chose.”

“She was admitted after a psychiatric episode.”

Elsie stepped into view.

“You drugged me in a parking garage.”

Pike's jaw tightened.

“That is not what happened.”

Owen said, “Excellent. Keep explaining.”

Pike noticed the phone.

“You are recording without consent.”

“Single-party consent state.”

“You are not a party.”

“I am now.”

Mara almost laughed.

Pike moved another step down.

“Turn the phone off.”

Owen did not.

Pike's hand moved toward his coat.

Claire's heart stopped.

A siren sounded in the distance.

Pike froze.

Then another siren joined it.

Mara smiled.

“Bad timing.”

Pike backed up.

Owen called after him.

“Running will look terrible on camera.”

Pike ignored him and climbed toward the road.

Deputies blocked the service exit before he reached his SUV.

Detective Sofia Grant arrived three minutes later.

She was shorter than Claire expected, with dark hair pulled into a severe knot and a voice that made everyone stop interrupting.

“Mr. Pike, hands where I can see them.”

He obeyed.

“You are not under arrest at this time,” Grant said. “You are being detained while we investigate allegations of unlawful confinement and assault.”

Pike looked toward Elsie.

“She is mentally unstable.”

Grant's expression did not change.

“That defense tends to work better before the alleged victim records a coherent phone call and identifies her location.”

Elsie whispered to Claire, “I like her.”

Claire almost smiled.

Grant separated everyone for statements.

A paramedic examined Elsie and confirmed sedatives were still in her system. Bruises around both wrists were photographed.

Mara stayed within sight the entire time.

When Grant finished, she approached Claire.

“I have enough for a search warrant on the clinic if your sister can identify it.”

Elsie shook her head.

“No windows. They drove me in lying down.”

“Anything you remember?”

“A bell every hour. Trains nearby. Chemical smell.”

Grant nodded.

“We'll work with that.”

Elsie touched her sleeve.

“There is something else.”

Everyone turned.

“Pike and Sloane were arguing outside my room yesterday. Sloane said Helena had moved Ruth again.”

Claire stepped closer.

“Where?”

“I heard Pike say Larkspur.”

Lucas's voice came from behind them.

“Larkspur House.”

Claire turned.

He had arrived with Naomi in a second car.

Mara frowned.

“How do you keep finding us?”

Lucas pointed at Owen.

“He finally started sharing his disturbing number of gadgets.”

Owen looked pleased.

Claire faced Lucas.

“What is Larkspur House?”

“My grandfather's hunting lodge. It hasn't been used by the family in years.”

“Who owns it?” Naomi asked.

Lucas's face hardened.

“Vale Heritage.”

Grant took out her phone.

“Address.”

He gave it to her.

Elsie looked at Claire.

“If Mom is there, Sloane planned to move her tonight.”

“Where?”

“I heard the word Zurich.”

Naomi swore.

“International transfer under a guardianship order would complicate everything.”

Grant was already calling a judge.

Mara gripped Elsie's shoulders.

“You're coming with us.”

Elsie shook her head.

“No.”

“What?”

“I am going to a hospital.”

Mara stared.

Elsie smiled weakly.

“You were about to lecture me for being reckless, weren't you?”

“Yes.”

“So I am listening in advance.”

Mara's eyes filled.

“Good.”

Elsie looked at Claire.

“Get Mom.”

Claire nodded.

“We will.”

Before the ambulance doors closed, Elsie grabbed Claire's wrist.

“One more thing.”

“What?”

“Dad's registry. Do not leave it in the chapel after today.”

“We won't.”

“Sloane knows the clue.”

“How?”

“I told Mom about the brass bird. I think the room was monitored.”

Claire's stomach dropped.

Mara looked toward the road.

“We have to split up.”

Naomi frowned.

“Never my favorite sentence.”

Claire looked at Grant.

“How long for the Larkspur warrant?”

“Best case, forty-five minutes.”

Claire turned to Owen.

“Can you go back to the chapel with Mara?”

He nodded.

Mara objected.

“You're coming.”

“No. I'm going with Grant to Larkspur.”

“Claire—”

“If Helena moved Mom because Elsie found her, then she may move again the moment Pike stops answering.”

Mara looked at Pike sitting beside a patrol car.

She hated the logic.

That was why she accepted it.

“Fine.”

Claire took the brass bird from her pocket and pressed it into Mara's palm.

“Get Dad's registry.”

Mara closed her fingers around it.

“You get Mom.”

They held each other's gaze.

No one said good luck.

They had spent too many years depending on luck.

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