PART 7: The Scent in the Apartment
PART 7: The Scent in the Apartment
Nora did not scream when she saw the empty cabinet.
She wanted to.
Her entire body wanted sound.
But something about being Caleb’s sister had trained her to go quiet when fear became too large.
The cereal box lay on the floor, torn open.
The hard drive was gone.
Major Cross stood in the kitchen doorway, face tight.
The military police swept the apartment.
No intruder.
No weapon.
No obvious clue.
Just drawers pulled open, couch cushions sliced, Nora’s bedroom turned inside out.
Someone had searched fast.
And knew what they were looking for.
Nora backed against the counter.
“I failed him.”
Cross turned.
“No.”
“I had one job.”
“Nora.”
“He gave it to me because he trusted me.”
“And you kept it hidden long enough for us to know it exists. That matters.”
It did not feel like enough.
Scout whimpered from his carrier.
Echo scratched at the zipper.
Nora looked down.
Both puppies were staring toward the hallway closet.
Their ears were up.
Their bodies tense.
Nora unzipped the carrier.
“Scout?”
The puppy walked straight to the closet door.
Echo followed.
Both sniffed the bottom seam.
Then Scout sneezed and backed away.
Echo pawed once at the door.
Cross went still.
“What are they doing?”
Nora’s voice dropped.
“The scent.”
Cross motioned for the MPs.
One officer opened the closet carefully.
Inside were coats, boots, and cleaning supplies.
Scout moved past them and sniffed the floor near a muddy shoe print.
Echo whined.
Cross crouched.
The print was faint.
Large.
Military-style tread.
But there was something else on the floor.
A smear of pale dust.
Cross took out an evidence bag.
“Don’t touch it.”
Nora’s breathing quickened.
“Is that the compound?”
“We’ll test it.”
One MP checked the building’s security camera.
Another spoke to neighbors.
Nora held Scout against her chest.
Her hands shook into his fur.
Then a voice came from the hallway.
“I saw him.”
They turned.
An elderly woman from the apartment across the hall stood in her doorway, clutching a sweater around her shoulders.
“Mrs. Alvarez?” Nora said.
The woman nodded.
“A man came in about an hour ago. Gray jacket. Visitor badge still on his pocket. I thought he was from the hospital.”
Cross looked sharply at the MPs.
Ben Larkin.
But Ben had been detained.
Unless he had not come alone.
Mrs. Alvarez continued.
“He was with another man. Taller. Military haircut. The tall one carried a small black case.”
Cross’s expression changed.
“Did you see his face?”
“Only when he looked at me.” She shivered. “He smiled.”
One MP asked, “Would you recognize him?”
“Yes.”
Cross took out his phone and pulled up a photo.
Nora saw the name before Mrs. Alvarez spoke.
Lieutenant Colonel Grant Voss.
Base operations.
Senior enough to sign training approvals.
Senior enough to bury a report.
Senior enough to make Caleb’s accident disappear.
Mrs. Alvarez pointed at the screen.
“That’s him.”
Nora’s stomach dropped.
Cross swore under his breath.
“Voss had access to the investigation channel.”
“He knew about the hard drive?” Nora asked.
“He knew Caleb was collecting evidence. I didn’t know he knew where it was.”
Nora looked around her destroyed apartment.
“What do we do?”
Cross looked at Scout and Echo.
Then at the smear on the floor.
“We prove he was here.”
“How?”
“The puppies found residue. If the lab confirms it matches the compound, and Mrs. Alvarez identifies Voss, we can tie him to the stolen hard drive.”
Nora shook her head.
“That still doesn’t give us the evidence back.”
“No.”
Scout barked suddenly.
Everyone turned.
He had his nose under the edge of the couch.
Echo joined him, pawing at the fabric.
Nora knelt and reached beneath.
Her fingers touched plastic.
She pulled out a tiny black object.
Not the hard drive.
A microSD card.
Taped to the underside of the couch frame.
Caleb’s backup.
Nora laughed once, broken and breathless.
“Oh my God.”
Cross took it carefully.
“Your brother knew.”
Nora wiped her face.
“He always made backups.”
On the card was one folder.
MARA_FINAL.
Inside were training videos.
Chemical test results.
Audio notes from Caleb.
Copies of the original unedited reports.
And one video taken from Caleb’s truck dash camera the night of the crash.
They did not watch it in the apartment.
Cross said it needed to be logged properly.
But Nora saw the first frozen frame before he locked the screen.
Caleb sitting in the truck.
Dress uniform on.
Hard drive beside him.
Headlights ahead.
A man stepping into the road.
Not a deer.
A man.
And behind him, another vehicle blocking the way.
Nora’s knees nearly gave out.
Cross caught her elbow.
“They ambushed him.”
Nora looked at the puppies.
Then at the card.
Then toward the hospital where Caleb was still fighting to wake up.
“Then he needs to know we found it.”
Cross nodded.
They rushed back to the ICU.
But when they reached Caleb’s floor, alarms were sounding.
Dr. Hart ran toward them.
“Where’s Nora?”
Nora’s heart stopped.
“What happened?”
Dr. Hart’s face was pale.
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“Caleb is waking up.”
👉 The backup evidence proved Caleb was ambushed—but now he was waking up before anyone knew whether the people who attacked him were still inside the hospital.
