Vale entered the room alone.
He looked around at the scattered records.
Then at me.
“You shouldn't have come here.”
I stepped forward.
“You knew we'd find it.”
“I knew you would eventually.”
“Why?”
“Because Daniel left you a trail.”
I stared at him.
“You wanted us to follow it?”
“No.”
“Then why didn't you destroy the records?”
His expression changed.
“Because some truths survive attempts to erase them.”
I didn't know whether that was a confession or a warning.
“You said the treatment was dangerous.”
“It was.”
“Then explain the patient list.”
Vale looked at the papers.
“These children were part of different stages of research.”
“Research you concealed.”
“Yes.”
Brielle moved forward.
“Why?”
Vale looked at her.
For the first time, his expression softened.
“Because the treatment was unstable.”
“Then why did some children improve?”
“Because the response varied.”
“And you hid the successful cases.”
“Yes.”
The bluntness of his answer shocked me.
“You admit it?”
“I have no reason to lie anymore.”
Colette laughed bitterly.
“You've lied for twelve years.”
“I've also kept this program from becoming a catastrophe.”
Taryn pointed toward the list.
“You destroyed our chance.”
Vale looked at her.
“Perhaps.”
That single word made me furious.
“Perhaps?”
He looked at me.
“You want someone to blame.”
“I have someone.”
“No. You have a story.”
He walked to the desk.
“Your daughters improved because their bodies responded unusually well. That doesn't mean the treatment was safe.”
“Then why did you tell us there was no response?”
“Because your case was removed from the program.”
“By whom?”
“Your wife.”
Colette stepped forward.
“That's a lie.”
“You withdrew them.”
“After I discovered what you were doing.”
“You withdrew them because you believed the program was corrupt.”
“It was corrupt.”
“Yes.”
The room went silent.
Vale didn't deny it.
Instead, he looked exhausted.
“There were people inside the company who wanted profit. Others wanted scientific control. Some wanted both.”
“And you?”
“I wanted the research contained.”
I laughed.
“You expect me to believe you were protecting children?”
“No.”
His answer surprised me.
“I expect you to understand that I was protecting the program from people worse than me.”
Colette shook her head.
“That's what every dangerous man says.”
Vale ignored her.
“There is something you haven't found.”
I looked at him.
“What?”
“The full patient list.”
“We found twenty-seven names.”
“That's not the full list.”
Taryn's face changed.
“How many?”
“Forty-three.”
Brielle stared at him.
“Where are the other sixteen?”
Vale didn't answer.
I stepped closer.
“Where?”
He looked toward the hallway.
“Some died.”
The room went silent.
“Some were transferred.”
“And the others?”
“Some disappeared.”
Colette's hand covered her mouth.
I looked at the files again.
The abandoned center suddenly felt colder.
“Why did you come here?”
Vale's voice dropped.
“To stop you from opening the archive.”
“What archive?”
He pointed toward the floor.
“Below us.”
We found a hidden stairwell behind a damaged storage cabinet.
The steps descended into darkness.
Vale followed.
I didn't trust him.
But I needed the truth more than I needed certainty.
At the bottom was a steel door.
Vale entered a code.
The lock opened.
Inside was a small archive room.
Rows of cabinets filled the walls.
Patient records.
Original treatment reports.
Photographs.
Consent forms.
Brielle found the first drawer.
Taryn found another.
I searched for the missing names.
Then Colette shouted.
I turned.
She was holding a file.
Her hands were shaking.
“What?”
She opened it.
Inside was Daniel's name.
Not as an investigator.
As a patient.
I stared.
“What?”
Vale closed his eyes.
“Daniel was part of the original trial.”
Colette looked at him.
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“You never told me.”
“He didn't want you to know.”
I could barely process it.
Daniel had spent years investigating the program from inside.
He hadn't simply discovered the truth.
He had lived it.
Then I saw something else.
A medical photograph.
Daniel as a young man.
Beside him was another patient.
A little girl.
Colette stared at the image.
“I know her.”
“Who?”
“She was in the first group.”
“What happened to her?”
Vale answered.
“She survived.”
“Where is she?”
He hesitated.
Then gave us an address.
“She changed her name.”
I looked at the patient file.
A note had been written across the final page.
Transferred under protective custody.
That phrase made no sense.
“Who protected them?”
Vale didn't answer.
Colette did.
“The government.”
Everyone turned toward her.
She looked at me.
“I never told you because I didn't know how much of the program involved them.”
I felt another piece of the story shift.
This was no longer only about Mercer Biomedical.
It reached further.
Farther than any of us had imagined.
Then the lights went out.
A door slammed somewhere above us.
Vale's face changed.
“They found us.”
I grabbed the flashlight.
“Who?”
He whispered one word.
“Vale's enemies.”
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