the message

Chapter 23:The message

Ethan sat in his car outside Robert Ashby’s building and pulled up Juliana’s number.

He had saved it months ago. He had never used it until now. He pressed call and waited.

She picked up on the third ring.

“Ethan.” She was awake. Alert.

“I need to see you tonight,” he said. “Not about Dan. About what someone is trying to use against you.”

Silence.

“How do you know about that,” she said.

“Because the same people have been going after Judith for months and I am done letting them operate unchallenged.” He kept his voice steady. “I am not calling to pressure you Juliana. I am calling because you have information and you have been sitting alone with it and that needs to stop tonight.”

She was quiet for a moment. “There is a hotel bar on Marylebone High Street. Twenty minutes.”

“I will be there,” he said.

He drove through the empty city with the folder on the seat beside him. London at this hour was stripped back and honest, nothing performing, just wet roads and orange light. He parked and walked into the hotel bar.

Juliana was already there. Corner table, coat still on, hands around a glass of water she had not touched. She looked up when he walked in. Her eyes went straight to the folder under his arm.

He sat down across from her.

“Thank you for coming,” he said.

“I almost did not,” she replied.

“I know.” He put the folder on the table but did not open it. “Someone placed a recording device in the hospital corridor three weeks ago during your conversation with Dan. My father has an edited version of it and he is planning to use it before the end of this week. I need the original.”

Juliana looked at him steadily. “And you think I know where it is.”

“I think you know more than you have told anyone,” Ethan said. “The people who contacted you tonight knew that too. That is why they came to you first.”

She looked down at the table. Then back up at him. “If I tell you what I know I need something from you first.”

“Name it.”

“Dan does not find out how much I have been carrying alone. Not yet. Not until I am ready to tell him myself.” She held his gaze. “Can you give me that.”

Ethan thought about it for exactly one second. “Yes.”

She nodded. Then she reached into her coat pocket and placed a small black USB drive on the table between them. She kept two fingers resting on top of it.

“I placed the recording device in that corridor,” she said. “Not for your father. Not for Marcus Kane. For myself. I needed to know the full truth about what Dan had been involved in during those two years in Europe before I made any decisions about my own life.” She paused. “The original recording is on that drive. The complete conversation. Including the part your father cut out. The part where Dan explains who warned him to stop and why.”

Ethan looked at the drive.

“The person who warned him,” Juliana continued quietly. “Their name is on that recording Ethan. And it is not someone below your father or beside him.” She finally slid the drive across the table toward him. “Listen to it before you do anything else. Because you are going to need a moment to absorb it before you can think clearly about what comes next.”

Ethan picked up the drive and held it.

“Tell me the name,” he said.

Juliana shook her head. “Listen to the recording. You need to hear the full context. A name alone will not prepare you.”

He closed his hand around the drive and sat back.

Outside on the street a cab moved slowly past the hotel window. The city quiet and indifferent as always.

He put the drive in his inside pocket and stood up.

“Are you safe tonight,” he said.

Juliana looked up at him. For the first time since he walked in something shifted behind her composure. Not much. Just enough to show that the question caught her off guard. Like a person who had been managing alone for so long that being asked directly was almost disorienting.

“I will be,” she said.

“Lock your door,” Ethan said. “Do not contact Dan tonight. I will reach out to you tomorrow.”

He walked out of the hotel and back into the cold street.

He had what he came for.

Now he had to go somewhere private and listen to what was on that drive.

And then he had to decide what to do next.

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