LOGINAgent Park spent the next week unraveling Jessica Patterson's empire. Every day brought new discoveries. Each one more damning than the last.I sat in her office watching her whiteboard fill with connections. Lines connecting Jessica to Shaw. Shaw to bankrupt designers. Jessica to Jade Phoenix Investments. Jade Phoenix to dozens of fashion brands built on stolen work."This isn't just fraud," Agent Park said. She added another connection to the board. "This is organized crime. A criminal enterprise operating for forty years under the cover of legitimate business. RICO territory. Federal conspiracy. Money laundering. Tax evasion. The charges we can bring are extensive.""But you need Jessica to bring them," I said. "And she's gone.""We'll find her. She can't hide forever. No one can."But I wasn't so sure. Jessica had forty years to prepare escape plans. She wasn't like Shaw or Brock. She didn't act impulsively. Every move was calculated. Every contingency planned."Look at this," Age
I thought surrendering would bring peace. I was wrong.The morning after I told Agent Park to drop the investigation, my phone rang. Unknown number. I knew before answering."Good morning, Bethany. I trust you slept well after making such a wise decision." Jessica's voice was warm. Almost friendly. Like we were still mentor and student having coffee. "But I'm afraid your decision isn't complete. There are additional terms we need to discuss.""I backed down. I told the FBI to stop investigating you. What more do you want?""I want to make sure you stay backed down. That you don't change your mind in a month or a year when you're feeling brave again. I need permanent insurance." Her voice hardened slightly. "Here are my terms. You have seventy-two hours to complete them. All of them. Or I start removing people from your life. Permanently."My blood ran cold. "What terms?""First, shut down Nott Designs. Completely. Close the company. Fire all employees. Liquidate all assets. The brand
Agent Park spent the next week unraveling Jessica Patterson's empire. Every day brought new discoveries. Each one more damning than the last.I sat in her office watching her whiteboard fill with connections. Lines connecting Jessica to Shaw. Shaw to bankrupt designers. Jessica to Jade Phoenix Investments. Jade Phoenix to dozens of fashion brands built on stolen work."This isn't just fraud," Agent Park said. She added another connection to the board. "This is organized crime. A criminal enterprise operating for forty years under the cover of legitimate business. RICO territory. Federal conspiracy. Money laundering. Tax evasion. The charges we can bring are extensive.""But you need Jessica to bring them," I said. "And she's gone.""We'll find her. She can't hide forever. No one can."But I wasn't so sure. Jessica had forty years to prepare escape plans. She wasn't like Shaw or Brock. She didn't act impulsively. Every move was calculated. Every contingency planned."Look at this," Age
We were halfway to the FBI building when my phone rang again. Unknown number. Different from the text.I almost didn't answer. But something made me pick up."Hello?""Bethany. It's been too long." Jessica Patterson's voice. Warm. Familiar. The same voice that once encouraged me. Taught me. Believed in me. "We need to talk. Face to face. Just you and me.""I have nothing to say to you.""Oh, I think you do. I think you have quite a lot to say about the USB drive you found. The one Brock so thoughtfully hid in Emma's stuffed rabbit. The one you delivered anonymously to the FBI this morning." She laughed softly. "Did you really think I wouldn't know? I have people everywhere, darling. Eyes and ears in places you can't imagine."My hands tightened on the phone. Marcus glanced over from the driver's seat, concerned. Diana leaned forward from the back seat."What do you want, Jessica?""I want to meet. To explain. You deserve to understand why things happened the way they did. Why you were
I didn't sleep that night. Kept thinking about the meeting with Agent Park. About what could go wrong. About Jessica Patterson watching from somewhere, waiting to strike.At dawn, I made a decision. I wouldn't go to Agent Park's office myself. Too risky. Too exposed. If Jessica had connections in law enforcement like Valerie suggested, showing up at the FBI building would be like announcing I had the evidence.Instead, I called Diana."I need your help. And I need you to not ask questions until after you've done what I'm asking."Diana was quiet for a moment. "That's ominous. But okay. What do you need?""I need you to deliver something to Agent Park. A USB drive. Evidence. Critical evidence. But I need you to do it anonymously. Don't tell her where you got it. Don't mention my name. Just say you received it from a concerned party and felt the FBI should have it.""Bethany, what's on this drive?""Everything. Financial records. Money laundering proof. Evidence that could destroy Shaw
The next morning, I waited until Emma left for her therapy session with Dr. Chen before I started searching.Marcus stayed home. I'd told him about Valerie's warning last night after I couldn't sleep anymore. About Shaw's partner. About Brock hiding something with Emma. About the rabbit."You really think there's something inside a stuffed animal?" Marcus asked as we stood in Emma's bedroom."Brock said Emma has something of his. Something hidden where only she could find it. The timing matches. He gave her the new Mr. Whiskers right before the fake accident. Right before he disappeared.""Could just be a rabbit. Sometimes a toy is just a toy.""Maybe. But we need to check."Emma's room was a minefield of stuffed animals. Bears. Unicorns. Dogs. Dragons. At least thirty plush toys covering her bed and shelves. But only two rabbits. The old worn Mr. Whiskers she'd had since birth. And the newer one Brock gave her three years ago.I picked up the new rabbit. It looked innocent. Gray fur.







