Chapter 5: The Man Who Wanted My Father Silent
Richard Vale was waiting near the school's reception desk when my father walked into the hallway.
He was a well-dressed man in his early fifties, wearing a charcoal suit and polished brown shoes.
His silver hair was neatly combed.
He held a leather briefcase in one hand.
When he saw my father, he smiled.
"Owen. We need to talk.""
My father didn't return the smile.
"You shouldn't be here.""
Richard glanced toward me.
"Jayden. I'm sorry about the misunderstanding at school.""
I stepped closer to my mother.
"What misunderstanding?""
Richard adjusted his cuff.
"Sometimes adults have disagreements, and children get caught in the middle.""
My father moved between us.
"Don't talk to him.""
Richard sighed.
"Still protective. I suppose that's understandable.""
Principal Reynolds approached.
"Mr. Vale, this is a school. You cannot come here to discuss private commercial matters with a student's family.""
Richard opened his briefcase.
"I'm not here to discuss business with the student. I'm here to resolve an issue that could become unnecessarily complicated.""
My father stared at him.
"You sent that statement?""
Richard removed a folder.
"I have no idea what you're referring to.""
"The forged disciplinary complaint.""
Richard's smile disappeared for half a second.
Then he looked toward Principal Reynolds.
"I would suggest verifying the information before making accusations.""
My father took a step forward.
"Someone threatened a thirteen-year-old girl because she recorded your employee striking my son.""
Richard's eyebrows rose.
"Your son's teacher?""
"Mrs. Harper.""
Richard closed the folder.
"Ah.""
That single word told me more than anything else.
He knew her.
My mother noticed it too.
"You know Mrs. Harper?""
Richard looked at her.
"She's a respected educator.""
"That's not what I asked.""
He ignored her and turned back to my father.
"Owen, I came here because I want to prevent this situation from escalating.""
"Then start by telling me what you want beneath my property.""
Richard lowered his voice.
"The same thing I've explained before. Documentation related to the old shipping operation.""
"Why?""
"Historical records. Ownership records. Financial archives.""
My father laughed without humor.
"Then why offer me four times the property's value?""
Richard's jaw tightened.
"Because the location is important.""
"No. Because you want something you can't obtain through a normal purchase.""
Richard looked around.
He noticed Ms. Bennett standing beside Mia.
Then he leaned toward my father.
"Your father was a complicated man. He made decisions that affected people who are still alive.""
My father went pale.
"Leave my father out of this.""
"Your father left everyone out of it. That's the problem.""
My mother stepped forward.
"Tell us what was in that chamber.""
Richard looked at her.
"You should ask your husband.""
My mother turned toward Owen.
He stared at the floor.
"Enough," she whispered.
"I'm done being the only person in this family who doesn't know what's happening.""
Richard took a business card from his pocket and placed it on the reception counter.
"Tomorrow morning. Nine o'clock. My office. Bring the original property deed.""
My father didn't touch it.
"I'm not meeting you.""
Richard picked up his briefcase.
"Then I suppose we'll let the lawyers handle everything.""
He started toward the entrance.
Before leaving, he looked over his shoulder.
"One more thing, Owen. You should check the old foundation before someone else does.""
Then he walked out.
I turned toward my father.
"What did he mean?""
My father remained silent.
My mother picked up Richard's business card.
"You're going to explain everything tonight.""
He nodded.
"I promise.""
But the promise didn't make her look any less hurt.
We left the school with Mia and her mother, who had arrived after receiving the threatening messages.
Mia's mother, Elena Torres, was furious.
"Someone is threatening my daughter over a school video?""
My father assured her that we would help preserve the evidence.
Elena looked at Mia.
"Did you send the recording to anyone?""
"No, Mom.""
"Good. Don't send it to anybody until we speak with the police.""
Mia nodded.
Then she approached me.
"I'm sorry.""
I frowned.
"For what?""
"I started recording because I thought Mrs. Harper was going to embarrass you. I didn't know any of this would happen.""
I shook my head.
"You helped me.""
She looked down.
"She was going to keep doing it if nobody recorded her.""
My mother placed a hand on Mia's shoulder.
"You did the right thing.""
Before we separated, Mia showed me something she had noticed in the original recording.
She zoomed in on Mrs. Harper's wrist.
A silver bracelet was visible beneath her sleeve.
There was a small blue emblem attached to it.
Three curved lines surrounding a lighthouse.
I recognized it immediately.
"Wait.""
Mia looked at me.
"What?""
"That logo.""
My father leaned over.
His face changed.
It was the same emblem printed on the folders Richard Vale had brought to school.
HarborPoint Holdings.
But something else caught my attention.
The bracelet wasn't new.
It had a small engraved plate.
Mia zoomed closer.
The letters were blurry, but I could make out two initials.
H.C.
My mother stared at the screen.
"Who is H.C.?""
My father didn't answer.
Instead, he looked toward the street.
A black SUV was parked across from the school entrance.
Its headlights were off.
Someone sat behind the steering wheel.
The moment my father noticed it, the engine started.
The SUV pulled away.
"Get in the truck," he ordered.
We hurried toward the parking lot.
My father checked the rearview mirror repeatedly as we drove home.
Nobody spoke until we reached Cole Harbor Seafood.
The market was closed, but the lights in the office were still on.
My father unlocked the door.
"Stay close.""
He walked straight toward the old storage corridor behind the freezer room.
I had been forbidden from entering that corridor alone since I was little.
At the end stood a metal door.
My father pulled a key from his pocket.
Then he turned toward us.
"Your grandfather showed me this door when I was seventeen.""
He unlocked it.
The hinges groaned.
Behind it was a narrow concrete staircase descending into darkness.
My mother covered her mouth.
"What is down there?""
My father switched on a flashlight.
"The old warehouse foundation.""
He stepped onto the first stair.
Then his phone rang.
He looked at the screen.
The caller ID showed an unknown number.
He answered.
A man's voice came through the speaker.
"Owen, don't open that room.""
My father froze.
"Who is this?""
The voice lowered.
"Ask your wife what happened to Henry Cole.""
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My father slowly turned toward my mother.
And she began to cry.
