Benedict looked at the address Jonathan had written on the screen.Wintermere Road.For several seconds, nobody spoke.Richard remained beside the old desk, staring at the scanned document that had brought them there.“Caleb lived here?” Benedict asked.Jonathan nodded. “According to the last verified property record. The address is still registered under the Mercer family trust.”“Last verified when?”“Eight months ago.”Benedict's eyes narrowed.“Then we don't know whether he's still there.”“No,” Jonathan said. “We don't.”Victor reached for his coat.“Let's go.”Richard immediately looked at him.“You shouldn't.”Victor stopped.“Why?”“Because if Caleb refused to find the child twenty-six years ago because he believed someone was protecting him, then he may have information that somebody has spent years making sure stays buried.”Victor's expression hardened.“That's exactly why I'm going.”Richard didn't argue.Serena quietly picked up her bag.“I’m coming too.”Benedict looked

Richard's last words remained in the room. The woman who carried him after St. Mary's.Benedict looked down at the address in his hand. North Vale. Another location. Another person connected to the night that had begun to feel less like a single disappearance and more like a carefully controlled chain of decisions."Who is she?" Benedict asked.Richard didn't answer immediately. "I don't know her name.""You just said you know who she is.""I know what she was." Richard pointed toward the old photograph. "A temporary carrier. Someone brought in after the first transfer."Jonathan frowned. "Why would a child need another carrier?"Richard looked at the floor. "Because the people moving him didn't want the same person handling him twice."Benedict's eyes narrowed. "Why?""Compartmentalization." The word landed heavily. "Each person knew only the part they were responsible for. One moved him. Another transported him. Another confirmed the transfer. Another received him."Serena folded he