Chapter 4 - Jurisdiction of ShadowsThe federal agents moved through the estate with silent, practiced precision. Within minutes, my mother and Caleb were separated, placed in opposite corners of the sprawling drawing room under the watchful eyes of armed investigators.

Elena walked over to me, her boots clicking softly against the Persian rug. She looked down at the blood-stained card in my gloved hand, her brow furrowing as she took in the details.
"Where did you pull this?" Elena asked, lowering her voice so the suspects couldn't overhear.
"Right out of her fist," I replied, my jaw tight. "Caleb and my mother tried to intercept me the moment I found it. They panicked. If I hadn't stepped in when I did, they would have destroyed it."
Elena took a sterile evidence bag from her tactical pouch, holding it open while I slid the torn card inside. She zipped it shut, labeling it with a waterproof marker.
"We'll run biometric and forensic analysis on this immediately," Elena said, glancing over at my mother, who was glaring daggers at us from across the room. "What's their angle, Daniel? Why fake a death certificate and stage a natural childbirth complication?"
"Money, control, or something involving my son," I said, a cold dread washing over me. "Emily came from a quiet background. When we married, my mother was dead-set against it. She claimed Emily wasn't 'suitable' for our family legacy. But after I deployed overseas, Emily and the baby were left living under this roof. My mother controlled everything—access, communication, finances."
"And when Emily tried to leave, or discovered something she shouldn't have..." Elena finished the thought, her expression hardening.
"They silenced her," I whispered, the words tasting like ash.
Just then, one of the CID tech agents hurried down the grand staircase, holding a secure military-grade tablet. He walked straight up to Elena and handed her the device.
"Agent Vasquez, you're going to want to see this," the tech said, breathing heavily. "We just gained access to the estate's private security server in the basement. The local system logs for the night Emily supposedly died have been manually wiped. But our deep-recovery protocols pulled the cloud backups."
Elena took the tablet, swiping through the files. Her eyes widened slightly, a rare expression of shock breaking through her stoic professional mask. She turned the screen toward me.
On the display was a time-stamped security camera frame from the estate's secondary medical wing, dated four days ago.
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It wasn't a hospital delivery room. It was a makeshift surgical setup in the basement of our own home.
And standing over the table, assisting an unfamiliar man in civilian scrubs, was my brother Caleb—holding a syringe.
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