Chapter 3 - THE LIE THAT BURIED MY WIFE
The police separated us before the ambulance arrived.
Claire was taken to a private examination room at the hospital, where doctors checked her condition and arranged further tests. Lily refused to leave her side.
I remained in the corridor, answering questions from two officers who had not been involved in the original investigation.
Vanessa sat several chairs away, wrapped in a borrowed coat.
She looked fragile now.
But I had begun to understand that appearances were the one thing she controlled better than anyone else.
An officer asked whether Claire had ever made threats before disappearing.
“No,” I answered.
“Did she have financial problems?”
“No.”
“Was there conflict in your marriage?”
I thought about the last months before Claire vanished.
We had argued about a business proposal Andrew had brought to me. My brother wanted me to invest in a private security company, claiming it had contracts with several government agencies.
Claire had opposed it.
She said the financial records were inconsistent and that Andrew was hiding something.
I had accused her of being suspicious.
Two weeks later, she disappeared.
I had spent years regretting our final argument.
Now I wondered whether she had discovered something that made her afraid.
When I mentioned Andrew, the officer exchanged a glance with his partner.
“Your brother died in a boating accident three years ago, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Was the body identified?”
I frowned.
“Yes. The authorities confirmed his identity.”
“Do you have the original report?”
“I believe so.”
The officer wrote something down.
“Mr. Bennett, we may need to review it.”
Across the corridor, Vanessa rose and approached us.
“I think this has gone far enough,” she said. “Claire is clearly distressed, and Daniel is being manipulated.”
The officer asked her to sit down.
She ignored him.
“Daniel, you know me. You know I would never hurt Lily.”
I looked at the woman I had intended to marry.
“I thought I knew you.”
Her eyes narrowed.
“You're making a mistake you'll regret.”
“Maybe. But I'm not going to make it by ignoring my wife.”
For the first time, Vanessa had no immediate answer.
She left the hospital under police supervision while the investigation continued.
Later that evening, Claire was moved to a secure room. A doctor told me that she was exhausted and needed time to recover, but she was able to speak privately.
I entered alone.
She sat beside the window, holding Lily's hand.
When she saw me, her eyes filled.
“I know you have questions.”
“Thousands.”
“I'll answer them.”
I sat opposite her.
“Start with the morning you disappeared.”
Claire took a long breath.
“Andrew came to see me the night before. He had discovered that Vanessa was using his company to move money through accounts connected to a security contractor.”
I stared at her.
“Vanessa and Andrew knew each other?”
“They were partners. At least, that's what I believed.”
Claire explained that she had found records suggesting the company was being used to conceal financial transactions. She intended to take the evidence to a federal investigator.
Before she could do so, someone entered our home.
She remembered a struggle, a vehicle, and waking in an unfamiliar building.
After that, her memories came in fragments.
She had been moved several times and threatened whenever she asked about Lily.
“They told me you knew I was gone,” she whispered. “They showed me messages that made it look as if you wanted me to disappear.”
“I never sent those messages.”
“I know that now.”
She described the room behind the ballroom door. It had been used as a storage area, then converted into a place where she could be kept out of sight while the engagement party took place upstairs.
“How long were you there?”
“Since yesterday afternoon.”
I felt sick.
Vanessa had brought guests into a building where my wife was being held behind a locked door.
Claire reached for my hand.
“There is something else, Daniel. Andrew may not have died in that accident.”
I could barely speak.
“Then whose funeral did I attend?”
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She looked at the memory card lying on the bedside table.
“That's what the evidence is supposed to tell us.”
