The room where Robert Anderson was being held was smaller than Maya expected. There was a metal table bolted to the floor, two chairs, a camera in the corner, and a narrow window covered by reinforced glass. Robert sat with his hands resting on the table. The man who had once walked confidently through airport offices now looked exhausted. His suit was wrinkled, his tie was gone, and there was a fresh cut along his cheek.
Maya stopped outside the door.
Elena stood beside her.
"You don't have to do this."
Maya looked through the glass.
"Yes, I do."
"Whatever he says, don't let him control the conversation."
Maya nodded.
Robert looked up.
Even through the glass, she could see the moment he recognized her.
His expression changed from fear to something closer to resignation.
Elena opened the door.
Maya entered alone.
Robert stared at her for several seconds.
"You look like him."
Maya pulled out the chair and sat.
"Don't."
Robert lowered his eyes.
"I didn't mean—"
"Don't talk about my husband like you knew him."
"I did know him."
"You knew how to kill him."
Robert flinched.
Maya placed the red folder on the table.
Robert stared at it.
For the first time, genuine panic appeared in his eyes.
"Where did you get that?"
"You know where."
Robert leaned back.
"Then you know enough."
"No. I know what you approved. I know you supplied defective components. I know you altered records. I know someone poisoned the first officer on my flight. I know a contractor connected to you was murdered. And I know Colonel Whitmore was standing beside you the day before Daniel died."
Robert said nothing.
Maya leaned forward.
"Now I want to know what happened."
He rubbed his hands together.
"You don't understand what you're asking."
"I've spent seven years understanding the wrong thing."
That silenced him.
Robert looked toward the camera.
"Is Elena Brooks listening?"
"Yes."
"Then I'm going to say something that may get me killed."
Maya waited.
"Whitmore wasn't the beginning."
Her stomach tightened.
"Who was?"
Robert shook his head.
"I never knew the person who started it."
"Then who gave you the orders?"
"A procurement director."
"Name."
"Franklin Pierce."
Maya had never heard the name.
Robert continued.
"Pierce controlled a private network that moved contracts through legitimate companies. The parts looked legal on paper. The manufacturers were real. The certificates were real. But the serial numbers were manipulated."
"Why?"
"Money."
"Only money?"
Robert hesitated.
"No."
Maya watched him carefully.
"Then what else?"
Robert looked directly at her.
"Control."
He explained that the network had discovered how easily aviation maintenance records could be manipulated. A cheap component could be purchased, given the identification of an approved component, and entered into an aircraft's history as legitimate. If it survived, nobody asked questions. If it failed, the paperwork could be changed to make the failure appear to be mechanical wear, pilot error, or improper maintenance.
Maya's hands curled into fists.
"Daniel found out."
"Yes."
"And you were ordered to silence him."
Robert shook his head.
"I was ordered to make sure he couldn't expose the network."
"What does that mean?"
"They wanted his aircraft altered."
Maya's voice became very quiet.
"You knew he was going to die."
"I knew the risk."
"That's not an answer."
Robert closed his eyes.
"I knew."
Maya stood.
For several seconds she said nothing.
Robert didn't look at her.
"You should hate me."
"I do."
He nodded.
"I deserve it."
"You deserve prison."
"I know."
Maya sat again.
"Who else was involved?"
Robert gave her a list.
Some names were familiar from the memory card. Others were new. Maintenance supervisors. Procurement officers. Inspectors. Executives. Two retired military officials.
Then Robert stopped.
"There was one person Daniel trusted."
Maya's heart tightened.
"Who?"
"Michael Davis."
Maya stared at him.
Robert shook his head quickly.
"Not the way you're thinking."
"Explain."
"Michael wasn't part of the network. He was pressured into silence. They threatened his daughter."
Maya remembered Michael's fear.
"What did Daniel know about him?"
"Daniel knew Michael had been warned. He told Michael to stay alive."
Robert looked down.
"That is why Daniel left him instructions."
Maya thought of the notebook.
"If she is aboard, tell her the truth."
Robert nodded.
"Daniel believed Michael would eventually tell you."
"Eventually?"
"He thought it might take years."
Maya felt a strange ache in her chest.
Daniel had planned for a future he might never see.
Robert leaned closer.
"There is something else."
Maya waited.
"Whitmore ordered the replacement."
The sentence landed heavily.
"Pierce gave Whitmore authority over the operation. Whitmore chose Daniel's aircraft because Daniel had become difficult to control."
Maya whispered, "Why Daniel?"
"Because he kept asking questions."
"And me?"
Robert's face changed.
"You weren't supposed to be involved."
Maya laughed bitterly.
"I was his wife."
"They knew you were intelligent. They knew you understood aviation. But they believed grief would keep you quiet."
Maya stared at him.
"They were wrong."
Robert nodded.
"Very wrong."
The door opened behind her.
Elena stepped inside.
"We're done."
Robert looked at her.
"I haven't told her the location."
Elena's expression sharpened.
"What location?"
Robert looked at Maya.
"Where Pierce kept the original procurement archive."
"Where?"
Robert whispered an address.
Elena immediately wrote it down.
Robert continued.
"There's a basement beneath the building. The records are stored offline. No network access."
"How do you know?"
"Because I helped move them."
Elena looked at Maya.
"Thank you."
Robert shook his head.
"Don't thank me."
Maya stood.
Before she left, Robert spoke again.
"Your husband wasn't careless."
Maya stopped.
Robert's voice broke.
"He knew exactly what he was doing."
Maya turned.
"What do you mean?"
"He discovered the defective component before the flight. He tried to have it removed."
Elena went still.
"But the maintenance record says—"
"The record was changed."
Maya felt the room tilt.
Daniel had known.
He had tried.
Someone had stopped him.
Robert looked at her.
"That is the truth I should have told you seven years ago."
Maya walked out without answering.
In the corridor, Elena caught up with her.
"Are you okay?"
"No."
Maya wiped her eyes.
"But I finally know."
Elena nodded.
"Then let's finish what Daniel started."
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