CHAPTER 6 — The Cousin Who Knew Too Much
CHAPTER 6 — The Cousin Who Knew Too Much
The first thing Ethan said after my father was taken away was:
"There's another video."
I turned toward him.
He stood near the hospital entrance, his hands buried in the pockets of his hoodie.
He looked exhausted.
Terrified.
Too young to be carrying the kind of secrets that had already torn our family apart.
"What video?" I asked.
Ethan looked around.
"Not here."
James immediately understood.
"Someone is watching."
Ethan nodded.
"I think so."
Detective Miller stepped closer.
"Where is the video?"
"I don't have it."
My stomach tightened.
"Then where?"
Ethan swallowed.
"I gave it to someone."
"Who?"
"My school counselor."
I stared at him.
"Why?"
"Because I was scared."
"Of my father?"
"Of everyone."
He glanced toward the hallway.
"After I recorded Lauren kicking you, Uncle Daniel found me."
James's expression hardened.
"What did he say?"
Ethan looked at him.
"He told me to delete the recording."
"You refused."
"Yes."
"What happened?"
Ethan's voice dropped.
"He told me I would regret it."
Detective Miller took Ethan into a private room.
James and I waited outside.
Twenty minutes later, the detective came out.
"He has another recording."
"What does it show?"
"The night before the attack."
"We already have one."
"This one is different."
He looked at me.
"It was recorded from inside your father's office."
My heart tightened.
"How did Ethan get into his office?"
"He didn't."
The detective lowered his voice.
"Your cousin was secretly installing a charging cable for his phone. It had a hidden microphone."
I stared.
"Ethan did that?"
"He said he wanted proof that the adults were lying."
I almost smiled.
That sounded exactly like Ethan.
He had always been quiet at family gatherings.
The kid who sat in the corner.
The kid everyone forgot was listening.
Apparently, that had been a mistake.
The recording began.
At first there was only static.
Then my father's voice.
"We're running out of time."
Victor Hale answered.
"Then accelerate the schedule."
Daniel spoke next.
"And Evelyn?"
"She knows too much."
My father's voice again.
"She doesn't know anything yet."
Then my grandmother.
"She knows enough."
Silence.
Then Victor said:
"The baby is the trigger."
My father:
"Yes."
Daniel:
"And if the baby is born?"
My grandmother answered.
"Then the foundation takes control."
My stomach tightened.
My grandfather's plan.
It was real.
My father continued:
"That cannot happen."
Victor said:
"Then the child must not survive."
My hand instinctively covered my stomach.
James reached for my hand.
The recording continued.
Daniel asked:
"What about Evelyn?"
My father answered:
"She is expendable."
I closed my eyes.
I had heard my father say cruel things before.
But hearing him discuss my life as though it were a business expense broke something inside me.
Then came a sentence that changed everything.
My grandmother said:
"No."
Everyone went silent.
She continued:
"We cannot kill Evelyn."
My father sounded angry.
"Why not?"
"Because if she dies before the birth, the trust becomes contested."
Victor agreed.
"She's right."
Daniel asked:
"Then what?"
My grandmother replied:
"We make her believe the baby is unsafe."
My blood ran cold.
"What does that mean?" James whispered.
I didn't answer.
The recording continued.
"We frighten her."
My grandmother's voice was calm.
"Threats. Break-ins. Medical scares. Anything that makes her panic."
My father asked:
"And then?"
"She will leave the city."
Victor said:
"And the trust?"
"She will eventually sign away her rights."
I stared at the screen.
They hadn't originally planned to kill me.
They planned to break me.
To terrify me until I surrendered.
The attack on the lawn had been the moment their plan had gone wrong.
Then Ethan spoke.
"There's more."
He pointed at the recording.
"Listen."
A new voice entered.
A woman's voice.
I recognized it.
But it wasn't my grandmother.
It was someone else.
Someone I hadn't suspected.
My aunt Claire.
My mother's younger sister.
She said:
"What if she doesn't sign?"
My father answered:
"Then we move to the second strategy."
Claire asked:
"And what is that?"
Victor replied:
"We make the decision for her."
James looked at me.
"What does that mean?"
I shook my head.
The recording continued.
My aunt's voice became quieter.
"What if the baby is born early?"
My father answered:
"Then the foundation clause activates."
Victor said:
"And we lose."
Silence.
Then Claire whispered:
"Unless the child is declared medically unfit."
I felt sick.
James stood.
"They were planning to manipulate the medical records."
Detective Miller nodded.
"That's what it sounds like."
I looked at Ethan.
"How long have you had this?"
"Two days."
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because..."
He looked down.
"I thought they'd kill me."
I reached for him.
"They won't."
He shook his head.
"You don't know that."
I looked at James.
He crouched beside Ethan.
"Listen to me."
Ethan looked up.
"You're not alone anymore."
That afternoon, Ethan disappeared.
It happened in less than five minutes.
He had been sitting in the waiting area with his mother.
Then she went to get coffee.
When she returned—
he was gone.
The security cameras showed him walking toward the parking garage.
He wasn't alone.
A man followed him.
Detective Miller immediately locked down the hospital.
James took my hand.
"Stay here."
"No."
"Evelyn."
"He's family."
"That's exactly why I don't want you involved."
I looked at him.
"They've already tried to take my baby."
"I know."
"They won't take Ethan too."
James stared at me.
Then sighed.
"Stay behind me."
We followed the officers downstairs.
The garage was nearly empty.
A car door slammed.
Detective Miller shouted:
"POLICE!"
A vehicle accelerated.
An officer fired a warning shot into the air.
The car stopped.
Ethan stumbled out.
The driver fled on foot.
James caught Ethan before he fell.
"Are you hurt?"
Ethan shook his head.
"No."
"Who was driving?"
Ethan pointed.
"Daniel."
My heart stopped.
"Your uncle?"
He nodded.
"He told me he wanted to talk."
"What did he say?"
Ethan looked at me.
"He said he knew I had another recording."
Daniel had escaped.
Again.
But Ethan had something.
A small flash drive.
He held it out.
"I took this from his car."
Detective Miller took it.
"What is it?"
"I don't know."
They opened it.
There were dozens of files.
Bank statements.
Emails.
Photos.
Medical records.
And one spreadsheet.
The names of family members appeared in rows.
Next to each name was a number.
My name:
$0
Lauren:
$5,000,000
Daniel:
$2,000,000
My father:
$25,000,000
Victor:
$8,000,000
My grandmother:
$15,000,000
My aunt Claire:
$3,000,000
I stared.
"What are these?"
Detective Miller answered:
"Projected payouts."
James pointed at my name.
"Why zero?"
The detective looked at me.
"Because you're not supposed to receive anything."
I felt sick.
"Then why attack me?"
"Because your daughter controls the trust."
James looked at the spreadsheet.
"Who gets the money if the trust fails?"
Detective Miller scrolled.
The answer was at the bottom.
PRIVATE CONSORTIUM.
"What's that?"
"We're investigating."
Then Ethan spoke.
"I know."
Everyone looked at him.
"What?"
He pointed at the name.
"My dad works for them."
My heart sank.
"Your father?"
Ethan nodded.
"He handles their legal accounts."
Detective Miller stared.
"Does he know about the trust?"
"Yes."
"Does he know about the plan?"
"I don't know."
Ethan looked frightened.
"But I heard him talking to Uncle Daniel."
"What did they say?"
"He said..."
Ethan swallowed.
"...that the baby couldn't be allowed to reach thirty weeks."
I froze.
"Why thirty?"
Ethan shook his head.
"I don't know."
Detective Miller looked at James.
"Thirty weeks may be significant medically."
My stomach tightened.
"How many weeks am I now?"
"Twenty-four."
James's face hardened.
"That gives them six weeks."
That night, we increased security again.
I couldn't sleep.
Every sound made me flinch.
Every shadow looked like a person.
I hated what they were doing to me.
They weren't only threatening my baby.
They were stealing my sense of safety.
James noticed.
He sat beside me.
"You need to rest."
"I can't."
"You can."
"What if someone comes?"
"I'll be here."
"What if they get past you?"
"They won't."
"What if—"
He placed his hand over mine.
"Stop."
I looked at him.
"You're allowed to be afraid."
I swallowed.
"But don't let fear decide what you do next."
I nodded.
He kissed my forehead.
"That's my girl."
At 2:04 a.m., Ethan called.
His voice was barely a whisper.
"Evelyn?"
"What happened?"
"I found something else."
"Where are you?"
"Home."
"Are you safe?"
"I think so."
"What's wrong?"
"I found a message."
"What message?"
"On the flash drive."
"Read it."
He hesitated.
"It's from Grandpa."
My heart stopped.
"What?"
"There's a hidden file."
"Open it."
"I already did."
"What does it say?"
Ethan breathed in.
"It says..."
His voice cracked.
"...the person who betrays the family first will inherit everything."
I frowned.
"What?"
"It says whoever exposes the conspiracy gets control of the trust."
I sat upright.
"What?"
"Grandpa created a second clause."
"Where?"
"I don't know."
"Then why is it on the drive?"
"I think someone wanted us to find it."
"Who?"
Silence.
Then Ethan whispered:
"I think the person who made the plan..."
He paused.
"...isn't trying to stop the trust."
My heart raced.
"Then what are they trying to do?"
"They're trying to control whoever exposes it."
I felt cold.
"Meaning?"
"Meaning they want us to accuse the wrong person."
The next morning, Detective Miller confirmed it.
The spreadsheet was fake.
The bank records had been altered.
The names were real.
The amounts were real.
But the final beneficiary wasn't a private consortium.
It was a foundation.
A foundation controlled by someone outside the family.
Someone whose name we hadn't seen before.
The Blackwell Foundation.
Detective Miller stared at the file.
"Blackwell."
James frowned.
"You know them?"
"Yes."
"Who are they?"
"A private investment group."
"How powerful?"
"Very."
"Connection to the family?"
"None that I know."
Ethan shook his head.
"There is one."
Everyone looked at him.
"My school counselor's father works for Blackwell."
I stared.
"The counselor who has the first recording?"
"Yes."
My heart sank.
"How long has he had it?"
Ethan looked at me.
"Since the day after the attack."
Detective Miller immediately called the counselor.
No answer.
He called again.
Still nothing.
Then a message arrived.
I am sorry. I can't help you anymore.
A second message followed.
They know where I live.
We found the counselor's house empty.
The front door was open.
Furniture had been overturned.
The computer was missing.
But the first recording was gone too.
Someone had taken it.
Detective Miller stood in the doorway.
"This is getting worse."
James looked at him.
"No."
He looked toward me.
"It's getting clearer."
I didn't understand.
He pointed to the empty house.
"Someone keeps destroying evidence."
"Because they're afraid of the truth."
"Exactly."
Ethan stepped forward.
"Then we need to protect the last copy."
I looked at him.
"Where is it?"
He smiled nervously.
"Somewhere they can't reach."
"Where?"
He pointed toward his own head.
"I memorized the important parts."
I almost laughed.
"You're serious?"
"Yes."
Detective Miller smiled.
"Smart kid."
Ethan looked at me.
"There's one thing you should know."
"What?"
"The recording from the garden isn't the only evidence I have."
My heart tightened.
"What else?"
He reached into his backpack.
Pulled out a small notebook.
And handed it to me.
"I wrote down everything I heard."
I opened it.
Pages of names.
Dates.
Addresses.
Phone numbers.
One entry was circled repeatedly.
30 WEEKS.
Underneath:
THE LAST CHANCE.
I looked at Ethan.
"Where did you get this date?"
"From Dad."
I frowned.
"What did he say?"
Ethan swallowed.
"He said once you reach thirty weeks..."
He stopped.
"What?"
"...they won't be able to fake the baby's death."
My heart raced.
"Why?"
"Because after thirty weeks, the foundation's medical protections become active."
I stared.
"What medical protections?"
Ethan shook his head.
"I don't know."
Then his eyes widened.
"Wait."
"What?"
He flipped through the notebook.
"I wrote something else."
He found a page.
At the bottom was a sentence.
IF THE BABY REACHES THIRTY WEEKS, THE TRUTH BECOMES PUBLIC.
My stomach dropped.
"Public?"
Ethan nodded.
"Grandpa arranged for everything to be released."
James looked at me.
"All the evidence."
"The trust."
"The fraud."
"The names."
"Everything."
I finally understood.
Thirty weeks wasn't just a medical deadline.
It was a countdown.
They had six weeks to stop us.
Six weeks before the entire conspiracy became public.
And suddenly the strange attack on the lawn made sense.
They weren't desperate because the baby was already close to being born.
They were desperate because time was running out.
That evening, Ethan stayed with us.
He sat beside my bed.
"Are you angry at me?"
I looked at him.
"Why?"
"Because I recorded everything."
"No."
"I didn't know what would happen."
"You saved me."
He shook his head.
"I just happened to be there."
"No."
I took his hand.
"You chose to tell the truth."
His eyes filled with tears.
"Nobody else did."
I looked toward the window.
"That's why you're important."
He smiled.
Then my daughter kicked.
Ethan felt it when I placed his hand against my stomach.
His eyes widened.
"Whoa."
I laughed softly.
"That's Emma."
He smiled.
"She's strong."
"Yes."
He looked at me.
"She has to be."
I nodded.
Then he asked:
"What happens if they come back?"
I looked at him.
"We fight."
He nodded.
"Together?"
"Together."
At midnight, Detective Miller called.
His voice was urgent.
"We found Daniel."
"Where?"
"At the old Carter estate."
"Is he arrested?"
"Yes."
"Did he confess?"
"No."
"What happened?"
"He's injured."
My heart tightened.
"How?"
"Someone shot him."
I froze.
"Is he alive?"
"Yes."
"Who shot him?"
"We don't know."
"Did he say anything?"
The detective paused.
"He asked for you."
"Me?"
"Yes."
"What did he say?"
"He said..."
The detective hesitated.
"...'Tell Evelyn the cousin knows too much.'"
I looked at Ethan.
His face went white.
Then Detective Miller added:
"And there's something else."
"What?"
"We found your aunt Claire's car at the scene."
I closed my eyes.
Claire.
Another name.
Another secret.
Another person who had been close to my family.
I looked at Ethan.
He was already staring back at me.
And I knew the next chapter of this nightmare had begun.
Because someone had just tried to silence the one man who might know the truth.
And if Daniel survived long enough to speak...
he might finally tell us who had been giving the orders.
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But if the people behind this reached him first—
we might never know.
