Camera Four

Chapter 04 - Camera Four

Raymond Cole lived outside Scottsdale in a house with a pool he claimed he never used.

He was sixty-seven.

Retired.

Twice divorced.

No criminal record.

Marcus did not send men.

His outside counsel contacted Cole through an Arizona attorney.

Cole refused interview.

Then a subpoena from federal cyber investigators changed his mood.

The logic-bomb attack had already drawn federal attention after Blackwell’s insurers and financial counterparties reported it.

Victor Chen’s payment trace was enough to open a formal case.

When Blackwell counsel disclosed the old Kestrel connection, investigators requested preservation.

Cole received a subpoena.

He hired a lawyer.

Good.

No private intimidation.

Lily attended no interview.

She was not law enforcement.

Instead, she sat with an independent forensic technician named Sara Patel as the Blackwell archive was imaged.

Sara worked for neither Marcus nor Lily.

That mattered.

The old Kestrel tape itself was gone.

Cole had removed it.

But an archive index contained thumbnail snapshots.

Low resolution.

One every thirty seconds.

Camera four.

Warehouse loading area.

Office glass visible in reflection.

Lily watched twelve-year-old pixels crawl across the screen.

9:48 p.m.

Thomas entered the office.

10:02.

Another man arrived.

Tall.

Dark coat.

Face distorted in reflection.

10:05.

Thomas and the man appeared to argue.

10:11.

The man left.

10:14.

Thomas called Daniel.

10:26.

A second vehicle entered the lot.

Black SUV.

10:31.

Two men entered.

10:46.

Lights in the office went out.

11:07.

Police dispatch.

Lily stared.

“Who was first man?”

Sara enhanced nothing unrealistically.

No magic sharpening.

She stabilized contrast.

Used clothing.

Build.

Hair.

Then Marcus, watching from the far end of the conference room, went still.

Lily saw.

“You know him.”

Marcus looked at the frame.

“Yes.”

“Who?”

“My father.”

Silence.

Anthony Blackwell had met Thomas Morgan forty-three minutes before he died.

Lily could not breathe.

Marcus looked almost sick.

“Are you sure?”

James answered this time.

“I am.”

He had worked around Anthony when younger.

Same posture.

Same long coat.

Same habit of carrying gloves in one hand.

Lily turned toward Marcus.

“You told me Koslov killed my father.”

“No.”

“I told you police believed Koslov was connected.”

“Your father was there.”

“Yes.”

“Did you know?”

“No.”

She stared.

He looked back.

“I did not know.”

This time she believed him.

That did not help.

What did Anthony want with Thomas?

The notebook.

Two ledgers.

Same cargo.

Maybe Thomas had confronted him.

Maybe Anthony was warning him.

Maybe buying him.

Maybe threatening.

Facts.

Not hunger.

Then Sara opened an old access-control log.

Thomas’s badge.

Anthony’s temporary visitor override.

And at 10:29 p.m.:

Nikolai Koslov’s vehicle credential.

There.

Koslov himself had entered the property.

Not just men.

The office reflection at 10:34 captured a third figure.

Broad shoulders.

Light coat.

Could be Koslov.

Could be someone else.

No face.

Then something stranger.

At 10:41, before the office lights went out, the rear emergency door opened from inside.

One person left on foot.

Badge log absent.

Thomas?

Anthony?

Unknown.

Police found Thomas in the office.

Anthony was already gone.

Koslov’s vehicle left at 10:52.

Marcus’s face hardened.

“If my father met him first, why wasn’t that in the incident file?”

James answered:

“Cole.”

Likely.

Maybe.

Marcus corrected himself.

“We don’t know.”

Good.

Then Sara found a second archive artifact.

Not video.

A checksum report.

Thomas had copied 312 megabytes from the warehouse network onto removable media at 10:09.

Twenty minutes before Koslov arrived.

What data?

No copy in archive.

Maybe his “map.”

Lily stared at her notebook.

“Two ledgers.”

Marcus looked at her.

“What?”

Thomas’s notes.

Same cargo.

Two ledgers.

One Blackwell.

One Koslov.

Maybe the data proved both companies were invoicing the same shipments separately.

Money laundering.

Smuggling.

Fraud.

Could be all.

No certainty yet.

Then James received a call.

Victor Chen’s attorney.

Victor wanted to cooperate.

Why now?

Because he had been shown the Cyprus transfer evidence and learned Koslov’s people were not going to rescue him.

Victor claimed the logic bomb had two purposes.

First:

Freeze Blackwell systems during the international transaction.

Second:

Erase one legacy archive cluster called ORPHEUS.

Marcus knew the name.

His face changed.

“What is Orpheus?”

Lily asked.

Marcus answered slowly.

“My father’s private ledger archive.”

There.

“Why would Koslov want it erased?”

“I don’t know.”

“Did you ever open it?”

“No.”

She stared.

“You have a private archive from your father and never opened it?”

“It was encrypted.”

“You never tried?”

Marcus looked at her.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I knew enough about my father to prefer some doors closed.”

Lily laughed without humor.

“Again.”

He accepted that.

Victor said Koslov believed Orpheus contained a copy of “Morgan’s package.”

Thomas’s missing data.

The data her father copied the night he died had not disappeared.

Anthony Blackwell may have taken it.

And hidden it inside a private archive his son had spent six years refusing to open.

Lily looked at Marcus.

“How long before the logic bomb damaged Orpheus?”

He checked.

The cluster had been hit.

Not erased completely.

Corrupted.

Recoverable maybe.

Lily looked at the old USB in her hand.

Marcus followed her gaze.

“No.”

She looked up.

“What?”

“You are not doing another thirty-six-hour recovery alone.”

It was almost a joke.

Almost.

Lily did not smile.

“Then get me a team.”

Marcus nodded.

No hesitation.

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