The man stood in the doorway with one hand still resting on the handle.
He looked ordinary.
That was the unsettling part.
Gray jacket. Dark jeans. Work boots with dried mud around the soles. A canvas bag hanging from one shoulder.
Nothing about him announced danger.
Yet he had known my name.
Marcus moved half a step in front of me.
“Who are you?”
The man looked at him.
“Your friend?”
“Answer the question.”
The man's eyes returned to me.
“Chloe Mercer?”
My stomach dropped.
“That isn't my last name.”
“I know.”
Mr. Henderson stared at him.
“How do you know her?”
The man sighed.
“My name is Daniel.”
Nobody moved.
Marcus's expression changed first.
“Daniel?”
The man nodded.
“Daniel Mercer.”
I felt the air leave my lungs.
“That’s impossible.”
“I know what the obituary says.”
Marcus stepped closer.
“You're supposed to be dead.”
Daniel's mouth tightened.
“I'm aware.”
Mr. Henderson backed against the wall.
“I saw the obituary.”
“You saw a notice.”
“I knew you.”
“No.”
Daniel looked at him.
“You knew the tenant who lived here.”
The distinction was deliberate.
I stared at the man.
“You lived in 217.”
“Yes.”
“You complained about someone entering your apartment.”
“Yes.”
“You disappeared.”
“I left.”
“Why did everyone think you died?”
Daniel looked toward the floor.
“Because someone wanted them to.”
Silence filled the corridor.
Marcus asked, “Who?”
Daniel shook his head.
“Not here.”
“You just locked us in a basement.”
“I didn't lock you in.”
“You closed the door.”
“I was trying to keep someone else from following me.”
Mr. Henderson looked furious.
“You could have explained.”
“Would you have believed me?”
The landlord had no answer.
Daniel stepped farther into the corridor.
“I've been watching this building for months.”
My skin prickled.
“Watching us?”
“No.”
He looked directly at me.
“Watching the people who come here.”
Marcus didn't lower his guard.
“Why?”
“Because the old system wasn't just for security.”
Daniel pointed toward the wires.
“It was used to monitor tenants.”
“By whom?”
“That is what I was trying to prove.”
I looked at the hidden corridor.
“Why was my apartment connected?”
Daniel hesitated.
“Because it was connected when I lived there.”
“That's not an answer.”
“No.”
He looked tired.
“It's the answer I have.”
Marcus folded his arms.
“Start at the beginning.”
Daniel leaned against the wall.
“Eight years ago, the building was renovated. The owners said they were replacing the electrical system and improving security.”
Mr. Henderson nodded reluctantly.
“That was the agreement.”
Daniel continued.
“After the renovation, strange things started happening.”
“What things?”
“Doors opening when I wasn't home. Items moved. My mail disappeared. Someone knew conversations I'd had inside my apartment.”
I felt cold.
“How?”
“I didn't know.”
“You reported it.”
“Yes.”
“To Mr. Henderson?”
“Yes.”
The landlord swallowed.
“You told me you thought someone was breaking in.”
“I did.”
“I changed your lock.”
“You changed the cylinder.”
“What?”
“You didn't replace the whole lock.”
Mr. Henderson frowned.
Daniel continued.
“The person still had access.”
Marcus looked at me.
“That's why the old tenant couldn't solve it.”
Daniel nodded.
“I eventually found the hidden corridor.”
“And then?”
“I started documenting everything.”
He reached into his canvas bag.
He pulled out a small notebook.
The pages were yellowed.
Dates.
Times.
Apartment numbers.
Names.
I recognized 217.
Again and again.
“What is this?”
“Entries.”
“For what?”
“Every time I found evidence that someone had been inside my apartment.”
Marcus took the notebook.
He read silently.
Then he looked up.
“Who was accessing the system?”
“I never found the name.”
“Then why come back?”
“Because I found something.”
Daniel reached into the bag again.
This time he removed a small flash drive.
“I copied records before I left.”
Mr. Henderson stared.
“You had access to the system?”
“I had access to the cabinet.”
“When?”
“After I discovered the corridor.”
Marcus held out his hand.
Daniel gave him the drive.
“What’s on it?”
“Logs.”
“From eight years ago?”
“Some.”
“Only some?”
Daniel nodded.
“The system was wiped.”
“By whom?”
“I don't know.”
Marcus examined the drive.
“Do you have another copy?”
“Yes.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere safe.”
The sound of a vehicle passing above us made everyone glance toward the ceiling.
I thought about Liam.
“What time is it?”
Marcus checked his phone.
“Twenty minutes until school pickup.”
My heart started pounding.
“I need to go.”
Daniel nodded.
“I'll show you another way out.”
He led us through the corridor.
There was a second stairwell hidden behind a utility door.
We emerged into the alley behind the building.
Cold air hit my face.
I immediately called the neighbor.
Liam was already there.
Safe.
I closed my eyes.
Marcus watched me.
Daniel stood several feet away.
“You're going to disappear again,” Marcus said.
Daniel shook his head.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because she deserves to know what happened.”
He pointed toward me.
“And because whoever used that system knows someone has found it.”
I felt my phone vibrate.
A message.
Unknown number.
*You were warned.**
I showed Marcus.
Daniel saw it.
His face went pale.
“That number.”
“What?”
“I've seen it before.”
“Where?”
“On a document.”
“What document?”
Daniel looked toward the building.
“The payment records.”
Marcus went still.
“What payment records?”
Daniel met his eyes.
“The ones showing who paid to keep the monitoring system active.”
Mr. Henderson stepped closer.
“You said the system was abandoned.”
“I said I couldn't prove who controlled it.”
Marcus stared at him.
“Then maybe the records are still there.”
Daniel nodded.
“In the old office.”
“What old office?”
“Behind the basement wall.”
Mr. Henderson shook his head.
“There is no office.”
Daniel looked at him.
“There was.”
The landlord's face changed.
He remembered.
Marcus saw it.
“You know exactly what he's talking about.”
Mr. Henderson said nothing.
I looked at him.
“Mr. Henderson?”
He rubbed his forehead.
“There was a room.”
“When?”
“Before the renovation.”
“What was it?”
“Records storage.”
Daniel shook his head.
“No.”
He looked at me.
“It was an office.”
“For whom?”
Daniel answered quietly.
“For the company that managed the building before him.”
Marcus looked at the flash drive.
“Then we need those records.”
Daniel nodded.
“And that's why someone wants you to stop.”
That evening, we did not go back into the basement.
We went home.
Marcus checked the locks twice.
Daniel waited outside.
“You can stay,” I told him.
He shook his head.
“Not tonight.”
“Where will you go?”
“Somewhere I can't be found.”
I looked at him.
“You've been doing that for eight years.”
“Yes.”
“Does it get easier?”
Daniel considered the question.
“No.”
He walked away.
Marcus watched until he disappeared around the corner.
Then he locked the door.
I stood in the kitchen.
“Marcus.”
“Yes?”
“Who is telling the truth?”
He looked at me.
“I don't know.”
“That's not reassuring.”
“No.”
He sat down.
“But I know one thing.”
“What?”
“The person who sent that message knew exactly where we were.”
I looked toward the front door.
Then toward Liam's bedroom.
Marcus lowered his voice.
“We need to stop treating this like an old mystery.”
“What should we call it?”
He looked at the phone.
“A current problem.”
I sat beside him.
Outside, a car slowed near the building.
It didn't stop.
But neither of us moved until it disappeared.
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