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chapter 6
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The stranger's face stayed with Ethan longer than it should have — the deliberate glance at the watch, the deliberate walk away, the sense of being read by someone who already knew the answer to a question Ethan was still asking. He spent the next several evenings after work not job-hunting for more archives, but hunting for the man himself, retracing his own routes home, watching windows, learning nothing.

Whoever it was didn't come back. That, somehow, was worse than if he had.

****

He tried a different angle instead. Public records had failed him. Hospitals had failed him. So on a Thursday evening, sitting at the small desk in his apartment with a laptop balanced on stacked textbooks he hadn't yet found a shelf for, Ethan typed the word *Voss* into a search bar and, for the first time, added a modifier he hadn't tried before.

*Voss family, disappeared.*

Most of what surfaced was noise — genealogy forums, unrelated obituaries, a Voss Bakery three states over that had closed in 2009. He scrolled for an hour before something made him stop.

A single archived news brief, eleven paragraphs, no photo, from a regional paper that had folded years ago and existed now only because some volunteer archive had scanned its back catalog. Dated almost twenty-five years earlier.

*LOCAL FAMILY'S SUDDEN DEPARTURE RAISES QUESTIONS*

The article was thin on facts and thick on implication — a family named Voss, prominent enough locally to warrant a mention, had left town abruptly, their house sold within the month, no forwarding address given even to close associates. The reporter had clearly wanted a bigger story than his editor let him print. One line near the bottom caught in Ethan's chest like a hook.

*Neighbors report the Voss household included a young child, whose whereabouts following the move remain unknown.*

Ethan read it four times.

He tried to find the reporter's byline attached to anything else, tried to find the paper's remaining archive, tried every combination of search terms he could think of. Every link past that single brief came back broken, or blank, or redirected to a domain that no longer existed.

It wasn't a dead end. It was a wall — deliberately built, recently patched, the kind of absence that didn't happen by accident to a twenty-five-year-old local news story nobody should have cared enough to erase.

*Someone* had cared. Someone still did.

****

He wasn't the only one who'd noticed.

Two nights later, walking home from a rare dinner with a coworker, Ethan became aware — slowly, the way you become aware of a sound that's been present for longer than you registered it — that he was being followed. Not the sedan. Not the man from before. Someone new, keeping half a block back, matching his pace exactly, careful in a way that suggested practice rather than instinct.

Ethan didn't run. Running would tell them he'd noticed.

Instead, he took the long way home — an extra fifteen minutes, three unnecessary turns, past a closed pharmacy and down an alley he'd only ever used once before by accident. The footsteps behind him didn't hesitate. Didn't lose pace. Whoever it was had done this before, and wasn't especially concerned about being subtle about it anymore.

That, more than the article, more than the sedan, more than Ashcroft's phone call he didn't even know about yet, was what finally made the danger feel real instead of theoretical.

He reached his building, took the stairs two at a time, and didn't breathe evenly again until his door was locked behind him.

Only then did he let himself think the thought clearly, instead of around the edges of it.

*They're not just watching to see what I find.*

*They're watching to see if I get close enough to matter.*

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