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Thirty Eight: THE CONFESSION

Autor: Lizbeth Adolf
last update Fecha de publicación: 2026-10-22 21:22:56
SUSAN

Peter Reed talked for two hours.

He didn't cry. He didn't apologize. He didn't ask for forgiveness. He just sat in his chair with his hands folded in his lap and told us everything like he was reading from a report.

"Andre Moreau came to him twenty years ago. The same year he appeared in New York. The same year he built his first shell company. The same year Richard Reed started asking questions."

He said yes.

At first it was small. A shipment here. A payment there. A phone call in the mi
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  • ON MY WEDDING NIGHT    Fifty Six:The Mother

    SUSAN Noah didn't move.He stood there with the phone in his hand and his face pale and his eyes on the photograph. His mother. Standing next to Victor Kane. Shaking his hand. Smiling."That's not her," he said."Noah.""That's not my mother. It's a trick. Victor is trying to turn us against each other."I took the phone from his hand. Scrolled to the next photograph.His mother again. Standing outside a building. A building I recognized. A building from my father's files."This was taken three years ago," I said. "The same year your father died. The same year my father died."Noah stared at the screen."She was there.""She was there."He sat down on the couch. Put his head in his hands."My mother. My own mother.""Noah.""She knew. She knew everything. She knew about the network. She knew about Victor. She knew about my father. She knew about everything.""We don't know that.""She was standing next to him. She was shaking his hand. She was smiling.""That doesn't mean she was inv

  • ON MY WEDDING NIGHT    Fifty Five:The Offer

    SUSAN The call came at midnight.I was in the kitchen. Noah was asleep. The apartment was quiet. The city was quiet. The whole world felt like it was holding its breath.My phone buzzed. Unknown number.I picked it up."Mrs. Reed."The voice was calm. Polite. The voice of a man who'd been doing this for thirty years and had never been caught."Victor Kane.""You know who I am.""I know enough.""Then you know why I'm calling.""You want to meet.""I want to meet.""Alone.""Alone."I looked at the bedroom door. Noah was still asleep."Why would I meet you?""Because I have something you want.""What?""Everything. The files. The evidence. The names. Everything you need to bring down what's left of the network.""And in return?""You walk away. You and Noah. You leave the city. You leave the country. You start a new life somewhere else. And you never come back."I didn't answer."Mrs. Reed.""I'm here.""Think about it. You and your husband. A new life. A new start. No more running. N

  • ON MY WEDDING NIGHT    Fifty Four:The Woman in the Shadows

    SUSAN Joana stepped into the light.She looked different than she had in the abandoned house. Cleaner. Calmer. She was wearing a dark sweater and jeans. Her hair was pulled back. Her face was still pale. Her eyes were still sharp.But there was something else. Something I hadn't seen before.She looked tired."Mrs. Reed," she said."Joana.""You look surprised.""I am surprised. I thought you were in custody.""I was. Then I wasn't.""How?"She smiled."Victor."I felt my chest tighten."He got you out.""He got me out. He got Cole out. He got Andre out. He got everyone out.""Where's Andre now?""Somewhere safe. Somewhere you'll never find him."I looked at Marcus."You're working with her?"Marcus didn't answer."Marcus.""I'm working with Victor. Joana is working with Victor. We're all working with Victor. That's how this works.""You're supposed to be helping my father.""I was helping your father. Until he got himself killed. Then I started helping myself."I stared at him."You

  • ON MY WEDDING NIGHT    Fifty Three: The Meeting

    SUSAN Thomas chose the location.Grand Central Terminal. Noon. The busiest time of day. The most crowded place in the city. The kind of place where no one looked at anyone twice and everyone was too busy to notice a man who was supposed to be dead.Noah didn't like it."It's too public," he said. "Too many people. Too many exits. Too many chances for someone to get close.""That's the point," I said. "Victor won't try anything in a crowd. Too many witnesses. Too many cameras.""He won't try anything himself. He'll send someone.""Then we'll see them coming."Noah didn't answer.We got to Grand Central at eleven-thirty. Found a spot near the main concourse. Stood by the information booth with our backs to the wall and our eyes on the crowd.At noon, Thomas appeared.He looked different than he had at the cemetery. Older. Thinner. Grayer. He was wearing a baseball cap and a dark jacket and carrying a duffel bag. He walked like a man who'd spent ten years looking over his shoulder.He s

  • ON MY WEDDING NIGHT    Fifty Two: The Vanishing

    SUSAN Eleanor called at seven in the morning.I was still in bed. Noah was asleep beside me. His arm was still in a sling. The hospital had discharged him two days ago. He was supposed to rest. He was supposed to take it easy. He was supposed to let his body heal.He wasn't good at any of those things.I picked up the phone on the second ring."Eleanor.""Susan." Her voice was tight. Controlled. The voice of a woman trying not to panic. "The story is gone.""What?""The story. The one about Andre. The one about the network. The one about Cole. It's gone. Every outlet that was supposed to run it has pulled it."I sat up."What do you mean pulled it?""I mean they killed it. No explanation. No warning. Just a phone call from someone higher up and suddenly it's not running anymore.""Who called?""I don't know. No one will tell me. They just say it's been pulled. They say it's not my concern. They say I should focus on something else."I felt my chest tighten."Eleanor. Are you safe?"S

  • ON MY WEDDING NIGHT    Fifty One:Bigger Than Andre

    SUSAN The FBI holding facility was cold.That was the first thing I noticed. The temperature. The fluorescent lights. The smell of disinfectant and something older underneath.They led me to a room. Small. Gray. A table. Two chairs. A mirror on the wall that I knew was a window.Cole was already sitting.His shoulder was bandaged. His face was pale. His eyes were hollow. He looked like a man who'd already accepted his fate.I sat down across from him."Mrs. Reed.""Agent Cole.""You shot me.""You shot Noah.""He stepped in front of you.""He did."Cole leaned back."What do you want?""Answers.""About what?""About the network. About who's above Andre. About who's really running this."Cole smiled."You don't want to know that.""Yes, I do.""You think Andre was the head? You think Maximus was the head? They were middle management. Regional directors. Small fish.""Then who's the big fish?"Cole didn't answer."Cole."He looked at me."You're going to spend the rest of your life in

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