2026-02-02 07:42:13The motel clerk didn’t look up. “Cash or card?”
Derick slid a few bills across the counter. “Cash.”
The clerk counted slowly. “Room twelve. No refunds.”
Derick nodded. Took the key. No small talk. No questions. Room twelve smelled like bleach and old smoke. The TV buzzed faintly even though it was off, like it remembered noise.
Derick shut the door behind him and stood still, listening. Nothing followed him in. He set his bag down and sat on the edge of the bed. Springs creaked. He didn’t lie down.
His phone buzzed. Unknown number again. He answered. “Yes?”
“You left faster than I thought,” Caleb said.
Derick closed his eyes. “You shouldn’t be calling me.”
“I just wanted to make sure you’re okay.”
Derick smiled faintly. “Are you?”
A pause. “That’s not fair.”
“Neither was sitting on my couch,” Derick replied.
Caleb exhaled. “Maya’s… shaken.”
Derick didn’t respond. “She didn’t think you’d just disappear,” Caleb continued. “She thought you’d yell. Beg. Something.”
“And?”
“And you didn’t,” Caleb said. “That scared her.”
Derick leaned back, staring at the cracked ceiling. “Good.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do,” Derick said calmly. “Fear makes people honest.”
Caleb hesitated. “What are you planning?”
Derick chuckled softly. “You always assume there’s a plan.”
“There is,” Caleb said. “I know you.”
“You knew who I pretended to be.”
“That’s harsh.”
“It’s accurate.”
Silence stretched. “You should stop calling me,” Derick said. “For your own good.”
Caleb scoffed. “You threatening me now?”
“No,” Derick replied. “I’m advising you.”
The call ended. Derick set the phone face down. He stood and went to the sink, splashed water on his face. The man staring back looked thinner already. Quieter. Like someone learning how to disappear.
A knock hit the door. Derick froze. Another knock. Firmer. “Housekeeping,” a woman’s voice called.
Derick checked the peephole. A middle-aged woman with a cart. He opened the door a crack. “No service needed,” he said.
She shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
The cart rolled away. Derick locked the door. Then he sat again. He thought of Maya’s smile. The way she said weak like it was settled fact. The way she didn’t look afraid. Yet.
His phone buzzed again. This time, it was Maya. He let it ring. Again. Again. On the fourth call, he answered. “What?” he asked.
“You don’t get to disappear,” she said. “That’s childish.”
“You don’t get to tell me what I get to do.”
“You left important things,” she said. “Documents. Your watch.”
“You can keep them.”
“That watch was your father’s.”
Derick’s jaw tightened. “Sell it.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“No,” Derick replied. “I’m being efficient.”
She laughed, but it sounded thin. “You always do this. You pretend you’re above things.”
“Am I wrong?”
“You think this silence makes you powerful,” she said. “It doesn’t. It makes you irrelevant.”
Derick considered that. “If I were irrelevant, you wouldn’t be calling.”
Another pause. “Where are you?” she asked.
“Somewhere you won’t visit.”
“You owe me a conversation.”
“I don’t owe you anything.”
“You owe me closure.”
Derick smiled. “Closure is a gift. Not a right.”
“You’re still weak,” she snapped. “You just learned how to hide it.”
Derick’s voice stayed even. “And you’re still loud.”
She inhaled sharply. “This isn’t over.”
“No,” Derick agreed. “It’s just begun.”
He hung up. Across town, Maya stared at her phone, pulse climbing. “What did he say?” Caleb asked.
“He thinks he’s clever,” she replied. “Like silence is strength.”
Caleb frowned. “You sure he’s not planning something?”
“Derick?” She scoffed. “He couldn’t plan a surprise dinner.”
Caleb didn’t smile. Back in room twelve, Derick opened his laptop. Old. Slow. Reliable. He logged into accounts he hadn’t touched in years.
Finance forums. Archived emails. Digital footprints he’d once ignored. Names appeared. Patterns. He opened a spreadsheet.
Column one: People
Column three: Weakness
He stared at the blank page. Then he typed the first name. Maya Hale
Access: Emotional. Legal. Social.
He added another. Caleb Ross
Access: Informational. Social.
The list grew. Derick paused when the cursor blinked beneath the names. He felt something unfamiliar, not anger. Focus.
His phone buzzed again. Unknown number. He answered. “Yes?”
“Mr. Hale,” Victor Ames said. “I sent the documents.”
“I saw.”
“Have you reviewed them?”
“I will.”
“You understand the implications?”
“I understand leverage,” Derick said.
Victor cleared his throat. “This doesn’t have to be hostile.”
Derick smiled. “It already is.”
A beat. “I advise you to cooperate,” Victor said. “Maya is being generous.”
Derick leaned back. “Tell Maya generosity doesn’t erase betrayal.”
“That’s not how the court will see it.”
“Courts see what they’re shown.”
Another pause. “You’re calm,” Victor noted.
“I’m rested.”
Victor exhaled. “We’ll speak again.”
“Yes,” Derick said. “We will.”
The call ended. Derick closed the laptop. He stood by the window, watching headlights smear across the asphalt. He imagined Maya pacing. Caleb watching her closely. Victor calculating angles.
They all thought the same thing. He’s gone.
Derick reached into his bag and pulled out his father’s old notebook, the one he’d never thrown away. Yellowed pages. Tight handwriting.
His father had written one line over and over on the first page: Never announce the move.
Derick traced the ink with his thumb. He took out his phone and opened a secure email account he’d once set up and forgotten. No name attached. No photos. No history. He typed a single message.
Subject: Availability
He hit send. Minutes passed. Then a reply appeared.
Subject: Terms
Derick didn’t hesitate.
Body: I already lost it.
The typing indicator blinked.
Body: Then we can begin.
Derick closed the laptop. In the mirror, the man staring back at him didn’t look broken anymore. He looked unfinished.
Across the city, Maya poured another drink, hands shaking slightly. “Why do I feel like I lost something?” she muttered.
Caleb didn’t answer. Under a buzzing motel light, Derick Hale sat quietly, learning the shape of a new name. A name that didn’t flinch.
A name that didn’t beg. The city shifted, unaware. But not untouched.
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CHAPTER 4 — WATCHING WITHOUT BEING SEEN
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