Chapter 11 - THE WAREHOUSE FIRE
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The warehouse had burned for three hours.
Vincent remembered every minute.
September 17, 2012.
South Halsted Street.
2:14 a.m.
He told Elise the story from the back seat of Daniel’s SUV because he could not wait until they reached Calder House.
Maybe because he was tired of hiding.
Maybe because he could feel her slipping away every time another secret appeared.
“The building belonged to Dominic.”
“What was stored there?”
“Cash. stolen goods. weapons.”
Elise’s expression changed at the last word.
Vincent kept going.
“There was also a bookkeeping office upstairs.”
“Employees?”
“Two.”
“Were they there?”
“Yes.”
Her voice became smaller.
“What happened?”
“Federal agents had been watching the warehouse.”
Vincent looked out the window.
“Dominic found out.”
“And?”
“He ordered everything destroyed.”
Elise stopped breathing.
“With the employees inside?”
“He said they had already left.”
“But they hadn’t.”
Vincent shook his head.
“One was a twenty-two-year-old bookkeeper named Carla Ruiz.”
“And the other?”
“Her cousin. Mateo.”
Elise covered her mouth.
Daniel stared straight ahead from the driver’s seat.
“Who started the fire?”
Vincent said nothing.
She already knew.
“You?”
“No.”
Relief came too early again.
“I ordered the warehouse cleared.”
Elise frowned.
“Then who—”
“Gabriel.”
Vincent’s eyes hardened.
“He poured the accelerant himself.”
“Why?”
“He believed Carla was working with federal agents.”
“Was she?”
“Yes.”
Elise went silent.
That complicated nothing.
Not really.
“She was still inside?”
“Yes.”
“Did Gabriel know?”
Vincent took a long breath.
“I told him.”
The SUV suddenly felt airless.
Elise turned fully toward him.
“You told your brother there was a woman inside and he still set it on fire?”
“Yes.”
“And you let him?”
Vincent closed his eyes.
“That is the part I have never forgiven.”
Her anger sharpened.
“Don’t talk about forgiveness yet.”
He opened his eyes.
“You’re right.”
“Did she die?”
“No.”
Elise froze.
“What?”
“Mateo got her out.”
“And Mateo?”
“He died from burns two days later.”
She stared at Vincent.
“Carla survived?”
“Yes.”
“Where is she now?”
“I don’t know.”
Daniel spoke for the first time.
“Actually, we do.”
Vincent looked forward sharply.
Daniel continued.
“I started searching after Miriam mentioned the warehouse.”
“Where?”
“Phoenix.”
Elise’s heart changed rhythm.
“Does Gabriel know?”
“Possibly.”
Vincent looked at Daniel.
“Get her protection.”
Daniel nodded.
“No Calder people.”
Vincent understood why Elise said it.
“Police.”
“Yes.”
For two days, everything moved quickly.
Carla Ruiz had changed her last name after entering a federal witness-protection arrangement that later ended.
She now worked as an accountant for a construction company.
Married.
Two sons.
She had spent fourteen years trying to become someone whose life was not defined by fire.
Then Gabriel Calder found her.
Carla called Elise directly Wednesday night.
“How did you get my number?” Elise asked.
“He gave it to me.”
Her stomach dropped.
“Gabriel?”
“Yes.”
Vincent was across the room.
His face changed when he heard the name.
Elise put the call on speaker.
Carla’s voice trembled.
“He came to my house.”
“When?”
“Yesterday.”
Daniel started typing.
“What did he want?” Vincent asked.
Carla went silent.
Then:
“You.”
Vincent’s jaw tightened.
“What about me?”
“He said you stole his life.”
Vincent laughed without humor.
“I stole his life?”
“He said when Dominic went to prison, you took everything.”
“I kept the legitimate companies.”
“He doesn’t see them as legitimate.”
Of course not.
Gabriel believed Calder power belonged to him.
Carla continued.
“He also said you betrayed him.”
“How?”
“He thinks you gave the government information.”
Vincent went still.
Elise looked at him.
“Did you?”
A long pause.
“Yes.”
Daniel stopped typing.
Even he had not known.
Vincent stood.
“In 2013, I gave federal prosecutors financial records on Dominic.”
Elise stared.
“Why?”
“Because of the warehouse.”
“And Gabriel?”
“I gave them evidence against him too.”
There it was.
The real reason Gabriel disappeared.
Not fear.
Not coincidence.
Betrayal.
“Did Gabriel know?”
“He apparently does now.”
Carla began crying quietly through the phone.
“He told me he should have killed me that night.”
Elise’s blood went cold.
Vincent leaned toward the speaker.
“Carla, listen carefully. Are you safe right now?”
“I think so.”
“Where are your sons?”
“My husband took them to his sister.”
“Good. Police are coming.”
Carla inhaled.
“He said something else.”
“What?”
“He said you deserved to lose someone this time.”
Silence.
Every person in the room looked at Elise.
She hated it.
“I am not disappearing,” she said immediately.
Vincent looked at her.
“I didn’t say—”
“You thought it.”
“Yes.”
“I’m not hiding.”
“This is different.”
“It always is.”
Vincent stood.
“Elise, my brother burned a building with two people inside.”
“And Julian paid someone to break into my hotel room.”
“Gabriel is worse.”
She stepped closer.
“That does not mean you get to turn me into cargo and ship me somewhere safe.”
His jaw tightened.
“I am trying to keep you alive.”
“And I am trying to keep being alive worth something.”
The words struck him.
She lowered her voice.
“Safety without choice is still a cage, Vincent.”
He remembered saying almost the same thing once.
He hated being reminded because she was right.
“Fine.”
Elise blinked.
“Fine?”
“You stay.”
Daniel stared at him.
Vincent continued.
“But you work with police security.”
“Yes.”
“You tell me where you are.”
“That sounds like monitoring.”
“It sounds like a boyfriend whose homicidal brother is watching you.”
She almost smiled.
“Fine.”
The compromise held until Friday.
At 6:20 p.m., Owen called Elise.
He sounded nervous.
“Did Vincent send someone to pick me up?”
Her blood froze.
“No.”
A car door slammed through the phone.
“Owen?”
“Some guy says Daniel told him—”
The line went dead.
Elise stopped breathing.
Vincent grabbed his phone.
Daniel was already moving.
Police traced Owen’s last signal.
It led to an abandoned Calder warehouse.
South Halsted Street.
The same address.
Vincent looked at Elise.
May you like
Fourteen years after one fire destroyed three lives, Gabriel had chosen the same building.
And this time, he had Owen.
