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Chapter Ten: The Black Envelope
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2026-08-05 23:43:25No one moved.
The black envelope rested alone on the cold concrete floor, illuminated by the dim emergency lights.
No footsteps.
No open doors.
No sign of whoever had spoken.
Inspector Mara Voss was the first to react.
“Don't touch it.”
An officer stepped forward, slipping on a fresh pair of gloves before carefully lifting the envelope into the air.
Its surface was matte black, thick enough to conceal whatever lay inside.
Across the front, in elegant silver lettering, were three words.
For Adrian Vale.
Every eye in the room turned toward me.
Chairman Hale folded his arms.
“How thoughtful.”
I ignored him.
Voss examined the envelope from every angle.
“No fingerprints.”
“Can you open it?” I asked.
“Not yet.”
She handed it to a forensic technician.
“Photograph every side.”
As cameras flashed, Ronan quietly leaned toward me.
“They wanted you to see it.”
“I noticed.”
“They also wanted everyone else to see it.”
That thought settled heavily in my chest.
Whoever was orchestrating this wasn't simply leaving clues.
They were controlling the audience.
The technician finished photographing the envelope.
“Inspector?”
She nodded.
“Open it.”
A letter opener slid beneath the seal.
The envelope opened with almost no resistance.
Inside...
There was only one sheet of paper.
No signature.
No logo.
No handwriting.
Everything had been typed.
The technician unfolded it carefully.
His face changed.
“What does it say?” Voss asked.
He swallowed before reading aloud.
If you're reading this, Elias Mercer is already dead.
He tried to protect the wrong person.
Ask Adrian Vale why Project Genesis began twenty-four years ago.
Ask him what happened the night he was born.
The garage became completely silent.
Every word struck like a hammer.
Twenty-four years ago.
The night I was born.
I felt the blood drain from my face.
Because I knew one thing with absolute certainty.
My parents had never told me what happened that night.
Marcus stared at me.
“Chairman...?”
I couldn't answer.
Ronan watched my expression instead of the letter.
“You didn't know,” he said quietly.
“No.”
For the first time since this nightmare had begun, he looked genuinely convinced.
Whatever Project Genesis was...
I wasn't part of the conspiracy.
I was part of its consequences.
Chairman Hale broke the silence.
“A clever forgery.”
Inspector Voss looked at him.
“You believe so?”
“Anonymous letters always appear when guilty people need distractions.”
Ronan's gaze hardened.
“You're assuming Adrian wrote it.”
“No.”
Hale smiled faintly.
“I'm assuming someone wants us to think he didn't.”
The old man was dangerous.
Every explanation he offered created doubt without proving anything.
He never accused.
He merely suggested.
And suggestions spread faster than facts.
A young forensic analyst hurried into the engineering room.
“Inspector!”
“What now?”
“We recovered security footage.”
Hope flickered through the room.
Voss extended her hand.
“Show me.”
The analyst connected a tablet.
Grainy black-and-white footage filled the screen.
Timestamp: 8:43 p.m.
The engineering corridor appeared empty.
Then a figure entered from the far end.
Dressed entirely in black.
Face hidden beneath a hood.
The person pushed a hospital stretcher.
Covered by a white sheet.
Elias Mercer.
The room watched in silence.
The figure stopped beside the ventilation door.
Looked directly toward the security camera.
Then slowly raised one hand.
Not a wave.
A deliberate gesture.
Three fingers.
Three...
Then the screen filled with static.
The recording ended.
The analyst frowned.
“The feed was corrupted immediately afterward.”
Ronan didn't look at the tablet.
He was looking at the gesture.
“So that's it,” he murmured.
“What?” I asked.
“They wanted us to notice.”
“The three fingers?”
He nodded.
“It wasn't random.”
“What does it mean?”
He answered without taking his eyes off the frozen frame.
“Three founders.”
My pulse quickened.
“Silverfang.”
“Ashcroft.”
“And Helix.”
Before I could respond, Marcus's phone rang.
He answered automatically.
“Yes?”
His expression disappeared.
He slowly lowered the phone.
“Marcus?” I said.
He looked at me with visible shock.
“That was the receptionist.”
“What happened?”
“She says...”
He struggled to finish the sentence.
“Your father has arrived.”
I frowned.
“He was already on his way.”
Marcus shook his head.
“No.”
His voice barely rose above a whisper.
“He arrived almost an hour ago.”
A chill spread through every person in the room.
“That can't be right,” I said.
Marcus stared at me.
“The receptionist insists she personally welcomed him into the building.”
Ronan's eyes narrowed.
“Where is he now?”
Marcus swallowed.
“No one can find him.”
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