We exchanged glances.
“He helped Richard move you,” I said.
“He helped move Laura.”
“My biological mother.”
“Yes.”
“What happened that night?”
Evelyn sat at the desk.
For the next hour, she dismantled the story of my childhood.
Samuel Vale had developed a compound designed to interrupt memory formation after trauma. Hale Medical intended it for controlled clinical research. Samuel began testing stronger versions without authorization.
His wife, Laura, discovered what he had done.
So did Evelyn.
On the night Laura died, she agreed to meet Evelyn at the laboratory with evidence.
Samuel arrived first.
He attacked Laura and injected her with an experimental dose.
Richard reached the facility minutes later. Evelyn was in another section of the building, gathering records. Graham Voss, who had been paid by Samuel, intercepted her.
“He told Richard I had escaped,” Evelyn said. “Then he helped Richard move Laura, pretending he knew a doctor who could save her.”
“But they put her in a trunk.”
“Samuel had access to police dispatch. Graham convinced Richard they needed secrecy.”
“Why would Richard trust him?”
“Because Graham had protected the company before.”
“What happened at the ravine?”
