Chapter 9 - The Son My Father ChoseFor most of my childhood, Garrett had been the son my father wished I could become.
He wore the right clothes.
He attended the right parties.
He learned how to flatter the right people.
At twenty-five, he became a vice president.
At thirty, he had a corner office.
At thirty-six, he was effectively running large portions of Vance Logistics.
My father called him a natural leader.
I called him lucky.
Now I wondered whether I'd misunderstood something important.
Garrett was ambitious.
He was arrogant.
He had helped humiliate me.
But fear had entered his life long before the Pentagon called that evening.
And perhaps, for the first time, he was beginning to understand what his ambition had cost.
The message on my father's phone was immediately shared with investigators.
Agent Shaw arranged for further communication to be handled through the investigative team.
Harlan sat staring at the screen.
"Why would Garrett warn us?"
"Maybe he's afraid," I said.
"Of Victor?"
"Or of what he's helped Victor do."
My father closed his eyes.
"I raised him."
"Yes."
"I gave him everything."
I studied him.
"You gave him opportunities. That doesn't mean you taught him how to use them responsibly."
Harlan flinched.
But he didn't argue.
At 11:48 p.m., Garrett made contact with investigators through a number they had provided.
I wasn't permitted to listen to the entire conversation.
Later, Agent Shaw summarized what could be shared.
Garrett admitted that Mercer had involved him in a series of questionable supplier transactions.
He claimed that Mercer initially described the arrangements as legitimate cost-saving measures.
Over time, Garrett began noticing unusual payments and inconsistent documentation.
Instead of reporting them, he continued approving transactions.
He was afraid of losing his position.
He was afraid of disappointing Harlan.
And eventually, he was afraid of Mercer.
I listened in silence.
"Why did he accuse me of impersonating an admiral?" I asked.
Shaw looked at her notes.
"According to his statement, Mercer told him that your presence at the gala posed a risk."
"A risk to what?"
"Mercer believed you might have been invited because someone intended to hand you evidence."
Tom.
The retirement ceremony.
The plaque.
Everything began to make sense.
Garrett spotted me and told my father.
Harlan's pride made him easy to manipulate.
Mercer didn't need to invent a complicated plan.
He only needed to encourage my father to do what he'd always done.
Dismiss me.
Humiliate me.
Remove me.
The arrest wasn't an isolated family incident.
It was a convenient distraction.
"Did Garrett know Tom had the evidence?" I asked.
"He's claimed he suspected it."
"And he helped remove me from the ballroom."
"That's part of what investigators are examining."
I stared at the wall.
I had spent twenty-two years believing my father's greatest weakness was his inability to love anyone who refused to obey him.
Now I saw something worse.
His need for control had made him remarkably easy to control.
At 12:03 a.m., Agent Shaw received word that tactical officers had reached the Harbor Crown property.
The building was being assessed.
No one wanted a rushed confrontation that might endanger Tom or Evelyn.
I waited in a secure room with Harlan.
Every minute felt longer than the hour before it.
He sat beside me.
For the first time since my childhood, he didn't try to fill the silence with instructions.
Finally, he spoke.
"Callie."
I looked at him.
"I owe you an apology."
I said nothing.
He continued.
"Not just for tonight."
He looked down at his hands.
"For every time I made you feel that your accomplishments didn't matter because they weren't the ones I chose for you."
My throat tightened.
"I don't know how to make that right," he said.
"You can't make twenty-two years disappear."
"I know."
"And an apology doesn't undo what happened to Tom."
"I know."
I studied him.
"Then show me you're different."
"How?"
"Tell the truth. Even if it costs you the company."
He closed his eyes.
Then nodded.
"I will."
At 12:16 a.m., my phone vibrated.
It was Agent Shaw.
"Admiral, we have an update."
I stood immediately.
"Tom?"
"He's alive."
My knees nearly weakened.
"And Evelyn?"
"She's alive too."
I covered my mouth.
"Are they safe?"
"They've been recovered and are receiving medical attention."
I let out a breath I felt I'd been holding for days.
"Thank God."
Shaw paused.
"There's something else."
"What?"
"Victor Mercer wasn't at the location when the team secured it."
"Where is he?"
"We're searching."
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Then she said:
"And according to the evidence found inside, Mercer was preparing to leave the country with records that could expose everyone involved in the scheme."
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