Chapter 10: Voices from the Past
The cracked vinyl booth felt colder now, despite the heating vent humming beneath their feet. A waitress placed two mugs of hot cocoa topped with melting marshmallows in front of the boys, casting a curious glance at their disheveled appearances before walking away without a word. Leo wrapped his pale hands around the warm mug, staring into the steam without taking a sip.
Detective Miller slid into the opposite bench, resting his forearms on the sticky laminate table. He looked at Toby, then down at the cassette tape resting squarely between their mugs.
"You're telling me Arthur left a recording," Miller said, his voice low and measured.
"Yes," Toby replied, leaning forward. "We didn't play it yet. We didn't have a player. But he left it in a lockbox hidden under the basement floorboards, along with legal papers and his passport. Margaret caught us down there tonight, Detective. She tried to stop us. We had to climb out the bedroom window just to get away."
Miller’s jaw tightened. A muscle twitched near his left eye. He reached out and picked up the cassette tape, turning it over in his large, calloused hands to read the handwritten label penned in Arthur's sloping script.
"Arthur and I worked together for twelve years," Miller murmured, almost to himself. "When he disappeared, I wanted to push harder on the investigation. But your mother... she had jurisdiction contacts, legal leverage. She convinced the precinct captain that Arthur was leading a double life. She closed the file herself with the chief's sign-off."
"Can we play it?" Leo asked suddenly, his small voice cutting through the heavy silence. He looked up at Miller with eyes full of a desperate, heartbreaking hope. "Is there a player in your car?"
Miller nodded slowly. "My unmarked unit is parked right outside the front window. It has an older deck that still takes cassettes. Come on."
They hurried out of the diner and climbed into the unmarked sedan parked curbside. The interior smelled of old coffee and worn leather. Miller slipped the cassette into the dashboard deck with a sharp mechanical click, hit the play button, and turned the volume dial up just enough for them to hear over the low rumble of the engine.
For a second, there was only static and a low hum of magnetic tape rolling against the read head. Then, a familiar, deep voice filled the small confines of the car.
"Toby. Leo. If you’re hearing this recording, it means I didn't make it out, and Margaret’s version of events has become your entire reality."
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Leo let out a stifled sob, pressing his hands over his mouth while the dark blue hoodie swallowed his small frame. Toby sat frozen, staring straight ahead at the steering wheel as his father's voice washed over him like a ghost returning from the dead.
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