C39: Clues pt1
[Storage Unit]
Travis unlocked the padlock and pulled up the shutter with one hard motion. The metal door rattled loudly as it rolled overhead, revealing a storage unit packed from wall to wall with old boxes, file cabinets, sealed plastic tubs, and records stacked in uneven towers.
Castle stepped beside him and stared into the cramped space with the expression of a man who had just been personally betrayed by paperwork. "You know, when people say storage unit full of secrets, I always imagine one big box sitting under a single light. This is less dramatic and more like a tax accountant's nightmare."
Travis stepped inside and swept his flashlight slowly across the rows of files. "Miriam's sister said she kept records."
Castle leaned in without entering yet, his eyes moving over the endless paper clutter. "Going through all this will take weeks. Possibly months. Maybe years, if one of these boxes contains medical billing records."
"We're not going through everything," Travis said as he moved further inside. "We're looking for what Miriam came here to find before she died."
Castle finally stepped in after him, careful not to knock over a stack of folders leaning dangerously near the entrance. "That sounds encouraging until you remember we don't know what she came here to find."
Travis did not answer right away. He turned the flashlight toward the floor instead, letting the beam move across the concrete near the entrance. Dust covered most of the place in a thin gray layer, old enough that even small disturbances stood out clearly.
He crouched down.
Castle noticed the change and immediately lowered his voice. "You found something."
"Fresh footprints," Travis said, angling the light. "At least two people came through here recently."
Castle crouched beside him, careful to keep his shoes away from the prints. "Miriam or her sister?"
"Or her killer," Travis replied. "Serena said she asked for the storage key two weeks ago. These prints are fresher than the rest of the dust, and the pattern heads straight toward the back."
Castle looked over the floor with growing interest. "So she came here, found something, and then our killer followed her."
"Maybe," Travis said as he stood and followed the prints deeper into the unit. "Or someone was already waiting." He pointed Castle to step carefully.
Castle stayed behind him this time, stepping where Travis pointed so he did not contaminate anything useful. "That is much worse. Just so we're clear, I prefer followed over waiting."
Travis stopped near a metal table pushed against the left wall. Several files sat stacked on top of it, but the dust around them looked wrong. The table had a clear rectangular outline where something had been moved. A few folders had cleaner edges than the rest, and there were fingerprints dragged through the dust across two file covers.
He aimed the flashlight lower.
A small red stain marked the edge of the table.
Castle's expression changed when he saw it.
Travis leaned closer without touching anything. "Bingo."
Castle swallowed and looked around the unit again, suddenly much less entertained by the mystery. "That changes the scene."
Travis's flashlight moved to the floor beside the table. Two folders lay open near the leg of the table, pages bent under them. There were more footprints there, overlapping and messy. One set was smaller and lighter. Another set was larger, deeper, and angled toward the table. A few scuff marks cut through the dust near the wall.
"Look at this," Travis said, pointing the light toward the disturbed floor.
Castle crouched carefully beside him, narrowing his eyes as he studied the scuffs, blood, and scattered files. "Our killer must have hit her and then kidnapped her when she entered this unit."
"Or, they got into a fight and this could be our killer's blood," Travis said, studying the table edge again. "And there are no drag marks. Our killer must have carried her."
Castle looked from the blood to the floor, then toward the shutter behind them. "Carried her out of here after a fight. That means whoever did this was strong enough or calm enough to move a grown woman without leaving much behind."
"Or both," Travis said as he took out his phone and dialed. When the call connected, he kept his eyes on the scene. "This is Detective Wilson. I need a forensic team at Miriam Voss's storage unit. Possible secondary crime scene, blood evidence, footprints, and signs of struggle. Tell them to bring casting material and dust-lift kits."
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[Meanwhile] [Saint Dymphna's Church]
Kate reached Saint Dymphna's Church. The church was quiet when they entered, with only a few candles burning near the side altar and soft daylight coming through the stained-glass windows. No service was happening, and the empty pews made every footstep carry farther than it should have.
Sister Helena waited near the front aisle with her hands folded in front of her. She looked calm, but Kate could tell from the way she kept glancing toward the side hallway that something about Father Keane's room still bothered her.
"Detective Beckett," Sister Helena said, keeping her voice low. "I kept his room locked after your officer called."
"Good," Kate replied.
Sister Helena nodded and led Kate through the side door beside the altar. The hallway beyond the church was narrow and clean, lined with old parish photos, framed certificates, and donation plaques. Kate slowed when one plaque caught her eye.
Keller Urban Renewal Fund.
She stepped closer and read the smaller line beneath it. Donated in support of veterans outreach and housing assistance.
Kate pointed toward the plaque. "How long has Keller's company been donating here?"
Sister Helena looked at the plaque and frowned slightly. "Several years. Father Keane never liked those donations, but the church needed the money. He said some gifts were meant to buy silence, though I thought he meant that in the general moral sense."
Kate kept looking at the plaque for another second before moving again. "Did Keller ever come here personally?"
"Twice that I remember," Sister Helena replied as they reached the rectory hallway. "The first time was for a charity dinner. The second time was private, around a month ago. Father Keane met him in his room, and after Keller left, Father Keane cancelled evening confession for the first time in years."
Kate looked at her. "Did you hear anything?"
"Not clearly," Sister Helena said. "Only enough to know they were arguing. Keller kept saying the ground was already sealed, and Father Keane said sealed things still rot underneath."
Kate held onto that line and followed her to the end of the corridor.
Sister Helena unlocked a plain wooden door and stepped aside. "This was his room."
Kate put on gloves before entering. The room was small and organized. A narrow bed stood against one wall. A wooden desk sat under the window. A bookshelf held theology books, military history, veterans' law guides, and a few folders stacked neatly between bookends.
Kate moved to the desk first. A Bible lay open beside a stack of journals, and a reading lamp sat angled toward a legal pad. The top page of the pad had been torn away, but the pressure marks were still visible beneath it.
Kate reached into her pocket and took out a pencil.
Sister Helena watched carefully. "What are you doing?"
"Seeing what he wrote before someone took the page," Kate said as she shaded lightly across the paper.
She shaded the pad carefully, moving the pencil in light strokes until the pressure marks started to appear beneath the graphite. The first few words came out messy, broken by uneven handwriting, but the message slowly became clear enough to read.
Blue Box.
Kate stopped moving the pencil.
Sister Helena leaned closer, her hands still folded tightly in front of her. "What does it say?"
Kate looked at the page for another second before answering. "Blue box. Interesting."
Sister Helena's expression tightened with confusion. "I don't understand what that means."
Kate placed the legal pad inside an evidence bag and sealed it. She looked around the room again without replying, slower this time, taking in every shelf, drawer, book, and photo frame. She searched the shelves carefully, pulling out folders one by one and checking between the books. Most of it was church paperwork, veterans outreach records, old donation letters, and personal notes. Nothing jumped out until she reached the framed photos sitting on the small side table near the window.
There were old pictures of Father Keane with parish groups, military chaplains, veterans, and charity workers. One photo near the back looked newer than the rest. The frame was clean, and the glass had almost no dust.
Kate picked it up.
Father Keane stood outside the church entrance with Adrian March. Evelyn March's son looked uncomfortable in the photo, hands tucked in his jacket pockets while Father Keane rested one hand lightly on his shoulder.
Kate turned toward Sister Helena. "When was this taken?"
Sister Helena looked at the photo and nodded with recognition. "Around two months ago, I think. Adrian started coming to church around that time."
Kate's eyes narrowed slightly. "He came here regularly?"
"Yes," Sister Helena replied. "Not every day, but often enough for people to notice. He mostly spoke with Father Keane privately after service."
"About what?" Kate asked while keeping the photo in her gloved hand.
Sister Helena shook her head. "I don't know the details. Whenever I asked Father Keane about Adrian, he only said he was trying to do a little good, nothing more."
Kate studied the photo again. "Did you know Adrian is Evelyn March's son?"
Sister Helena shook her head. "No. It is not my place to pry into others' personal lives," She replied. "People come here carrying burdens. Sometimes they want help. Sometimes they only want silence."
Kate accepted the answer without pushing further. She bagged the photo and placed it beside the legal pad, then returned to the room search. She checked the desk drawer next, then the small cabinet beside the bed. At first, she found only rosaries, spare reading glasses, medication bottles, and folded letters from veterans he had helped over the years.
Then she noticed the bottom drawer had a false backing.
Kate ran her fingers along the edge, pressed lightly, and felt the panel shift. She pulled it free and found a thick leather-bound diary hidden behind it. The cover was worn, and the corners had softened from years of use.
Sister Helena's face changed when she saw it. "I didn't know he kept that there."
Kate opened the diary carefully.
The first page had a date from nearly twenty years ago. The handwriting was neat at first, then messier as the years went forward. Kate flipped through slowly, and her expression grew colder with every page.
It was a confession record.
Father Keane had written down the worst things he had done before becoming a priest. Some entries were short. Others filled several pages. He had named smuggling routes, old contacts, fake charity covers, money transfers, and jobs he had helped organize long before he entered the church.
Kate stopped on one page and read the list silently.
Child trafficking.
Weapon smuggling.
False identities.
Missing persons.
Buried property records.
She turned another page and found Keller's name written in the margin.
Her grip tightened slightly around the diary.
Sister Helena watched her carefully. "Detective?"
Kate did not answer right away. She read the entry twice to make sure she understood it. Then she spoke quietly. "Father Keane worked for Keller before he became a priest."
Sister Helena looked stunned. "That cannot be right."
Kate turned the diary slightly, letting Sister Helena see the page without handing it over. "According to this, Keller paid him for something years ago. Father Keane says he destroyed an entire family on Keller's order."
Sister Helena covered her mouth with one hand, though she did not step back.
Kate continued reading, her eyes moving over the final lines of the entry.
The family was erased from paper first.
The ground was sealed afterward.
Judgment will come soon.
"It'd seem Keane tried to wash off his crimes by helping others or pretending to help others. Sorry, sister, you had to find it this way," Kate said with a sigh as she closed the diary.
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