He Came Back Running (Maya and Mason) novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209

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Chapter 209

Maya’s POV

The door was unlocked, Alex tuned the handle and we went inside.

We moved through the first room.

The second….. The third.

Alex said nothing.

I said nothing.

We were both running the same search pattern, which was the search pattern of two people who understood that the mark above the door and the mark on the key were not coincidental and that whatever the space contained was going to reveal itself if we looked carefully enough.

Alex found it first…..

The shelving had leaned forward. Behind it, against the stone wall, a row of metal doors.

Each one numbered.

Each one with a keyhole.

I saw it from across the room.

L-17.

My hands were not steady

I had been aware of this as a potential outcome…. had known, from the moment the unknown caller had said I believe I know what that key opens, that the key opened something real and that the something real would produce a physical reaction when I arrived at it. I had told myself, during the drive and the shore walk and the harbour road, that when the moment arrived I would manage the reaction with the same composure I brought to everything.

The composure was present

The hands were not steady.

Alex watched me without speaking.

I put the key in the lock.

It went in.

Not with effort….

I turned it.

The door opened.

The box was inside

Weathered wood, wrapped in a layer of plastic that had been sealed carefully for a long time…

Years, possibly. Longer.

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I lifted it out

Placed it on the floor….

Opened the lid.

Envelopes, sealed.

Each one labelled in my father’s handwriting…. names, some I recognised and some I didn’t, each one receiving what he had prepared for them when the time came.

Photographs. The kind I had been seeing in the box that Detective Harrow had brought…. the loose, accumulated photographs of a life, but these were different. These were specifically selected. Each one connected to something…. a person, a building, a document photographed and printed, evidence assembled and sorted.

Financial documents. The originals….. not copies, the originals, the ones that had existed before the amendments and alterations happened.

Newspaper clippings.

And a voice recorder.

Small. The kind that had been available before everything moved to phones…. a dedicated device, designed specifically for the capture of audio, the kind that had been reliable before everything became fragile with battery

and cloud.

A label on the front.

My father’s handwriting

For Maya… if you’re listening to this, it means I wasn’t able to come home.

I picked it up

The label.

His handwriting.

My hands were shaking.

The recorder in both of them.

Alex’s hand came over mine.

“I’m right here,” he said

I took a breath.

Pressed play.

Static.

The kind that existed at the beginning of recordings from that period…. the slightly hissing of an analogy audio recording device warming to its task.

Then

His voice.

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I had been afraid, without knowing I was afraid, that I would not fully recognise it.

Nine years

I had heard his voice in my memory for nine years, but memory voices were never quite right, never quite the full thing, always slightly off in ways you couldn’t identify until you heard the real version.

This was the real version.

His voice, exactly as it had been, filling the space of the old stone building at the edge of a harbour in a coastal

town.

“Maya.”

One word.

My name…

“If you’re hearing this, the people I trusted betrayed me.”

I could not speak.

Alex’s hand on mine.

The recorder in my hands

My father’s voice, which I had not heard in nine years, saying my name.

Saying: if you’re hearing this.

Saying: the people I trusted betrayed me.

“Dad,” I said.

Quietly.

To the recorder.

To the building.

To the nine years.

Alex’s thumb pressed gently against the back of my hand.

I pressed play again.

I missed his voice. His calm eloquent voice, speaking to me as if I was right there with him.

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