Chapter 6 - Christian’s Mother Was the Second Prosecutor

Christian stared at Martin.

“My mother was never a prosecutor.”

Martin shook his head.

“Not after you were born.”

Thomas went pale.

Christian looked at him.

“You knew?”

Thomas whispered:

“No.”

Martin continued.

“Before law school ended, she worked in the district attorney’s investigative unit.”

Christian frowned.

“That is not a prosecutor.”

“No.”

Martin looked at Shaw.

“But she handled evidence for one.”

Christian understood.

“The second prosecutor.”

Martin nodded.

“Daniel Mercer.”

Thomas whispered:

“I remember him.”

Christian looked at Martin.

“Where is Mercer?”

Martin said nothing.

Shaw smiled.

“Dead.”

Christian stared.

“How?”

Shaw shrugged.

“Heart attack.”

Thomas laughed bitterly.

“Of course.”

Martin continued.

“Your mother discovered Mercer was feeding Shaw sealed material.”

Christian’s face changed.

“She knew.”

“Yes.”

“She told you?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“The week your father disappeared.”

Christian turned toward Thomas.

His father looked stunned.

Martin continued.

“She wanted me to expose Mercer.”

“Did you?”

“No.”

Christian laughed once.

“Of course not.”

Martin’s face broke.

“I thought if I did, Shaw would come after her too.”

Christian looked at him.

“So you protected her.”

“Yes.”

“Against her will.”

“Yes.”

Lillian whispered:

“Martin.”

He looked at his wife.

She continued:

“You protected everyone until nobody could live honestly.”

Martin closed his eyes.

Shaw laughed.

Christian turned toward him.

“You paid Mercer.”

“Yes.”

“You paid Judge Reed.”

“Yes.”

“You threatened my father.”

“Yes.”

“You threatened Lillian.”

“Yes.”

Shaw smiled.

“Do you want the whole confession?”

Christian looked at him.

“Yes.”

Shaw’s smile faded slightly.

Christian held up his phone.

Recording.

Shaw stared.

Christian continued.

“You already started.”

Thomas almost smiled.

Shaw stepped forward.

Security entered behind Christian.

Shaw stopped.

Martin looked at Christian’s phone.

Then at Shaw.

“Say it.”

Shaw laughed.

“You still think courts matter.”

Martin answered:

“They mattered enough for you to spend twenty years burying one transcript.”

Shaw’s face hardened.

Lillian stepped closer.

“My father took your money.”

Shaw looked at her.

“Yes.”

“I kept your books.”

“Yes.”

“I copied them.”

“Yes.”

“And you still came to my daughter’s engagement.”

Shaw smiled.

“Why not?”

Lillian’s expression changed.

“Because you thought we were still afraid.”

Shaw said nothing.

Thomas stepped forward.

“We were.”

Then looked at Christian.

“Too long.”

Shaw reached inside his coat.

Security moved.

Christian did not.

Shaw removed an envelope.

Not a weapon.

He tossed it onto the table.

“Then read that.”

Christian opened it.

A letter.

His mother’s handwriting.

Dated six years earlier.

He read.

MARTIN,

THOMAS IS ALIVE.

CHRISTIAN DOES NOT KNOW.

I HAVE AGREED TO KEEP IT THAT WAY UNTIL SHAW IS GONE.

Christian stopped.

His hands shook.

The letter continued.

BUT I WILL NOT KEEP IT FOREVER.

IF I DIE BEFORE I TELL HIM, YOU WILL.

Christian looked at Martin.

Silence.

His voice was almost a whisper.

“She told you.”

Martin’s eyes filled.

“Yes.”

“She told you to tell me.”

“Yes.”

“If she died.”

“Yes.”

Christian stared.

“She died two years ago.”

Martin closed his eyes.

“Yes.”

“And you still said nothing.”

Martin began crying.

“Yes.”

Alessandra stepped into the room.

Nobody had heard her arrive.

She looked at her father.

Then at Christian.

Her face collapsed.

Christian held up the letter.

“Your father did not just protect you.”

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He looked at Martin.

“He broke a promise to my mother.”