I pulled into the underground parking garage of a large downtown hotel, driving to the lowest level before finding a space partially obscured by a concrete pillar. After turning off the engine, I sat still for a moment, gathering my thoughts.
“Let me see Mr. Carrots now, Bettany.”
She handed me the stuffed rabbit, watching intently as I examined it. A small, nearly invisible seam ran along its back, different from the factory stitching. I carefully pulled it open, revealing a hidden pocket.
Inside was a small USB drive and a handwritten note in Robert’s precise handwriting.
Mom, if you’re reading this, it means we’re all in danger. I couldn’t tell you directly. They’re watching me too closely. I’ve uncovered financial evidence of massive corruption and illegal weapons deals at Global Meridian. The USB contains proof, but it’s encrypted. You’ll need the password. Do not go home. Do not use credit cards or phones. They have resources everywhere.
Go to the public library downtown. In the history section, find American Century by Evans, Dad’s favorite. Page 187 has the next instructions. Trust no one except Thomas Miller at the Chicago Tribune. He’s expecting the evidence. I’m sorry to put you and Bettany in this position. Keep her safe. I’ll contact you when I can. Love, Robert.
I folded the note and slipped it into my pocket along with the USB drive, my hands shaking slightly as the reality of our situation began to sink in. My son, always the most cautious and ethical person I knew, had apparently stumbled onto something dangerous enough to send him fleeing the country and to turn his mother and daughter into fugitives.
“What did daddy say?” Bettany asked, her young face showing a maturity beyond her years.
“That we need to be very brave,” I replied, starting the car again, “and that we have a very important mission.”
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