Chapter 7 - The Cottage by the WaterThe family cottage had been built in 1954, long before the Whitmore mansion appeared at the top of the hill.
It was smaller than the mansion's guesthouse, with white clapboard siding, green shutters, and a narrow porch overlooking a quiet inlet.
Mara had loved it.
When Adrian bought the surrounding estate, she refused to let him demolish the cottage.
“Some houses should be allowed to keep their memories,” she had said.
Now Adrian sat on its kitchen floor, trying to persuade Rosie to eat scrambled eggs.
The little girl pushed her plate away.
“No.”
“Just one bite.”
“No.”
Naomi watched from the doorway.
“She hasn't eaten much since yesterday.”
Adrian looked exhausted.
He had slept less than three hours.
Every time he closed his eyes, he heard the slap beside the swimming pool.
Rosie picked up a small spoon and dropped it.
Adrian reached for it.
She flinched.
He stopped immediately.
The movement was tiny.
But it broke him.
“Hey,” he whispered. “I'm not angry.”
Rosie watched him cautiously.
He placed the spoon on the table.
“You don't have to eat right now.”
She slid closer to Naomi.
Adrian remained on the floor.
For the first time, he understood that Rosie's fear would not disappear because he had arrived home and shouted through a camera.
She needed to feel safe again.
And that could take time.
Later that morning, he found Naomi folding clothes in the nursery.
“Can we talk?”
She nodded.
Adrian closed the door halfway.
“I want to apologize.”
“You already did, sir.”
“Not properly.”
Naomi put down a small cardigan.
“For what?”
“For treating your concern like an inconvenience.”
Her expression softened.
“You were grieving.”
“That doesn't excuse it.”
“No.”
He looked at her.
“You're allowed to be angry.”
Naomi exhaled.
“I am angry.”
“Tell me.”
She hesitated.
Then the words came.
“Celeste made that child cry, Mr. Whitmore. Not just yesterday. She'd tell Rosie that Daddy was too busy to come upstairs. She'd send me away when Rosie wanted to be held. I kept thinking if I could just get you to see it, things would change.”
Adrian stared at the floor.
“She was telling Rosie I was too busy?”
Naomi nodded.
“Sometimes Rosie would sit at the window after dinner. She'd ask if you were coming home.”
Adrian remembered evenings when Celeste encouraged him to stay late.
She would say the house was peaceful and Rosie had already gone to bed.
He had welcomed those assurances.
He had wanted to believe someone else was keeping his daughter happy.
Naomi continued.
“I couldn't afford to lose my job. My son is in college. My mother needs help with rent. Celeste knew that.”
Adrian looked up.
“Your son is still studying engineering?”
“Yes.”
“Is he doing well?”
“He is.”
A faint smile appeared on Naomi's face.
Then it disappeared.
“Celeste told me if I kept interfering, she'd make sure I never found another position with a respectable family.”
Adrian felt ashamed.
He had known Naomi for years.
She had helped Mara through the final months of her illness.
She had held Rosie when Adrian could barely stand.
And he had allowed someone to threaten her livelihood.
“You'll have your job as long as you want it,” he said.
Naomi folded her arms.
“That's kind. But I need something more than a promise.”
“What?”
“I need you to listen when I say something is wrong.”
Adrian nodded.
“You're right.”
That afternoon, an independent security technician named Luis Ortega arrived at the mansion.
Rebecca had arranged for him to examine the camera system, with Celeste informed that the inspection concerned shared household security equipment.
Luis preserved logs from the network switch, the security application, and Adrian's laptop.
He confirmed that the pool camera used a wired power-over-Ethernet connection.
When its cable was unplugged, it lost power and transmission.
The recorded logs showed the camera had gone offline at 2:14 p.m. on Tuesday.
It came online again when Evelyn reconnected the cable during Thursday's incident.
The final disconnection, immediately after Adrian shouted through the intercom, occurred when someone unplugged the same connector a second time.
“Can you determine who did it?” Rebecca asked.
“Not from a network log,” Luis replied. “A switch can tell us when the port changed state. It can't tell us whose hand pulled the cable.”
“Did the system record the haircut?”
“No. It was completely disconnected until Evelyn restored it.”
Adrian looked disappointed.
“What did it record?”
“From the moment it powered up, the cloud service retained the confrontation. Your laptop also cached part of the live session. We can preserve those files.”
Luis showed him the recovered footage.
Naomi was holding Rosie.
Celeste stood over them.
Chloe's phone was clearly visible.
The friends' mocking expressions were unmistakable.
Then came the moment when Celeste raised her hand.
Adrian heard himself shouting her name through the speaker.
He watched her freeze.
This time, he noticed something he had missed.
As the women reacted to his voice, Chloe lowered her phone and looked toward Celeste.
But Celeste looked past the camera.
Toward the glass doors.
Toward the corridor leading to the control point.
A few seconds later, the image went black.
Adrian leaned forward.
“She knew exactly where to go.”
Luis nodded.
“The person who unplugged the connector again would have needed access to that cabinet.”
Rebecca made a note.
Before leaving, Luis also showed Adrian something unusual in the home's digital access records.
At 2:09 p.m. Tuesday, five minutes before the camera went offline, Celeste's personal access code had been used to unlock the side service entrance.
Five minutes later, the camera disconnected.
It was not proof that Celeste unplugged it herself.
But it established an important sequence.
Someone with Celeste's access had entered the service corridor just before the security device stopped working.
When Adrian returned to the cottage, Rosie was asleep in Naomi's arms.
He sat beside them.
For a long time, he watched his daughter breathe.
Then his phone vibrated.
An email had arrived from Graham Sloane.
Subject: Urgent Board Authorization
Adrian, we need your electronic approval of the attached documents by midnight. Failure to execute may expose Whitmore Marine Systems to substantial contractual liability.
Adrian opened the attachment.
The first page concerned a proposed financing arrangement.
The second contained a clause authorizing the company to proceed with negotiations involving Mercer Cove.
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At the bottom was a blank signature field.
And beside it, already inserted as an attachment, was Tessa's forged consent.
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