Julia Price was not missing.
She had been hiding.
That was how Detective Hollis put it when he came to Maya’s room the next morning.
“From Mark?”
“Partly.”
“What does partly mean?”
“She has been using another name professionally.”
“Why?”
“Because she believed he might come looking for her.”
My stomach tightened.
“And yet Dana says Julia agreed to help him again.”
“That’s what we’re trying to understand.”
“Where is she?”
“Investigators are with her.”
“Will she talk?”
“She asked for immunity before answering certain questions.”
I laughed without humor.
“Everyone around Mark somehow ends up needing immunity.”
Hollis did not disagree.
Maya was awake and listening.
“Who’s Julia?”
I looked at her.
“Someone Dad knew a long time ago.”
“Another person he tested things on?”
“Yes.”
Maya stared at the television without seeing it.
“How many?”
“We don’t know.”
She whispered, “That’s insane.”
It was the first time either of us had said it plainly.
Not complicated.
Not misunderstood.
Insane.
Hollis stepped closer.
“There is something we need to ask Maya.”
She looked at him.
“About February.”
Her face tightened.
“The science trip?”
“After you returned.”
“What about it?”
“Do you remember taking any pills that looked different from the white capsules?”
Maya frowned.
“I don’t know.”
“Different color?”
She shook her head.
“Different shape?”
“I don’t remember.”
“Did your father change anything?”
She thought.
“He stopped the white ones.”
My pulse jumped.
“When?”
“Before the trip.”
“For how long?”
“A week maybe.”
“Then what?”
“He started them again.”
Hollis and I looked at each other.
The gap.
“What happened during the week?”
Maya frowned.
“He gave me liquid.”
My stomach dropped.
“What liquid?”
“I don’t know.”
“Where?”
“At home.”
“Bottle?”
“Small.”
“Color?”
“Clear.”
“What did it taste like?”
“Bitter.”
“Why did he give it to you?”
“He said it was for hydration.”
I stood completely still.
“How many times?”
“Three maybe.”
“Did you feel different?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Tired.”
“Tired?”
“Really tired.”
Hollis wrote quickly.
“Anything else?”
“My stomach hurt.”
“More than usual?”
“Yes.”
“Did you tell him?”
Maya nodded.
“What did he do?”
“He said that meant it was working.”
Every part of me went cold.
“What was supposed to be working?”
“He said detox.”
I closed my eyes.
“Did you throw up?”
“Once.”
“Headache?”
“Yes.”
“Dizziness?”
“Yes.”
Hollis looked at me.
The third product.
Not pills.
Liquid.
“Did Dad record anything?”
Maya’s expression changed.
“He filmed me.”
I stopped breathing.
“Filmed you?”
“On his phone.”
“Doing what?”
“Standing up.”
“Why?”
“To see if I got dizzy.”
The room became silent.
Hollis asked, “Did he ask you to stand repeatedly?”
“Yes.”
“How many times?”
“I don’t know.”
“Did you fall?”
“Once.”
My throat closed.
“What happened?”
“He caught me.”
“And then?”
“He asked how long everything went dark.”
I gripped the bed rail.
“He knew you were nearly fainting.”
Maya looked ashamed.
“He said it was because I stood too fast.”
“Did he give you more liquid after?”
“Yes.”
That was enough for Hollis.
He left immediately.
Maya watched him go.
“Was that bad?”
I sat beside her.
“Yes.”
“How bad?”
“I don’t know yet.”
She looked at me.
“You always say that now.”
“I’m trying not to lie to you.”
She nodded.
“I like it better.”
Hours later, Hollis returned with news about Julia.
She had talked.
Not because investigators promised immunity.
Because she learned Maya was fifteen.
“What did she think?”
“That Mark was testing the February formula on adults.”
“Not Maya?”
“No.”
“What was Julia’s role?”
“She helped him obtain an ingredient.”
My stomach tightened.
“What ingredient?”
“A sedating compound used in some veterinary and research contexts.”
I stared at him.
“He gave that to Maya?”
“We don’t have confirmation yet.”
“Her symptoms fit.”
“Yes.”
“Why would a metabolism product contain a sedative?”
“It wasn’t a metabolism product.”
“What was it?”
Hollis hesitated.
“A counteragent.”
I frowned.
“For what?”
“The stimulant.”
Understanding arrived slowly.
“He was trying to balance one drug with another.”
“That is our current theory.”
“So if the stimulant made people shaky or raised heart rate—”
“He wanted something that reduced those effects without reducing perceived energy benefits.”
My stomach twisted.
“He was mixing opposing substances.”
“Yes.”
“On my daughter.”
“Possibly.”
“Maya nearly fainted.”
“Yes.”
“And he filmed it.”
“We are looking for that video.”
I looked through the glass at her.
Laura was helping her walk slowly around the room.
Maya winced with every few steps but refused to stop.
“What did Julia know?”
“She thought Mark was developing a combination formula for adult volunteers.”
“Did she test it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“She refused after seeing the proposed mixture.”
“So Dana was wrong. Julia did not come back to help perfect it.”
“She came back to confront him.”
“What happened?”
“According to Julia, Mark had been contacting her for months because she understood how badly his earlier product could affect certain people.”
“Why contact someone who hated him?”
“Because she had become a pharmacist.”
I stared at Hollis.
“Julia is a pharmacist?”
“Yes.”
“That’s why he wanted her.”
“She believes so.”
“What did he ask?”
“For advice on reducing stimulant side effects.”
“And she refused.”
“Yes.”
“Then why did Dana think she agreed?”
“Mark lied.”
Of course.
“What did Julia do?”
“She warned him not to combine the substances.”
“When?”
“Late January.”
Just before the missing week.
“Did he listen?”
“Apparently not.”
“Did she know about Maya?”
“No.”
“What changed today?”
“We showed her the product codes and timeline.”
My stomach tightened.
“And?”
“She recognized the proposed February mixture.”
“So the liquid—”
“May have contained the sedating compound.”
“May?”
“Until laboratory confirmation.”
I hated the word.
“What else did Julia tell you?”
Hollis’s expression shifted.
“She knows why Mark was obsessed with physiological sensitivity.”
“Because of me?”
“Yes.”
“What did he tell her?”
“That certain people metabolized his stimulant blends unpredictably.”
“He learned that from my reaction.”
“Partly.”
“And Daniel?”
“Yes.”
“Thomas?”
“Yes.”
“Valerie?”
“Yes.”
“Maya?”
Hollis nodded.
My stomach turned.
“He didn’t see people. He saw categories.”
“That appears consistent with the records.”
“What category was Maya?”
Hollis looked uncomfortable.
“Related subject.”
I stared at him.
“What does that mean?”
“His notes refer to you as C1.”
My skin went cold.
“And Maya?”
“C1-D.”
I could barely speak.
“Daughter.”
“Yes.”
I turned away.
A code.
Not Claire.
Not Maya.
C1.
C1-D.
Data points.
“What were the others?”
“Thomas was T1. Daniel M1. Valerie V1.”
“Julia?”
“J1.”
“Why the numbers?”
“We don’t know.”
“He expected more.”
Hollis did not answer.
That was enough.
Later that afternoon, the lab called Dr. Patel.
The liquid was not available for testing yet, but one of the white capsules had been analyzed more completely.
Dr. Patel asked to speak with me and Maya together.
She explained carefully that the capsule contained a stimulant compound plus another undeclared ingredient with hormonal activity.
Maya stared at her.
“Hormonal?”
“Yes.”
“What does it do?”
“It can influence metabolism and other body systems.”
“Could it cause the mass?”
Dr. Patel chose every word.
“We cannot say that.”
“Could it affect it?”
“Possibly.”
“Could it make it grow?”
“We do not have enough evidence to conclude that.”
Maya looked disappointed.
I understood.
She wanted one clean answer.
One chemical.
One person.
One direct line between Mark’s choice and what she had lost.
Reality was messier.
The mass may have begun independently.
The pills may have altered symptoms, growth, hormones, or nothing at all.
Mark’s greatest proven harm might still be the simplest one.
He knew something was wrong and delayed real care to protect himself.
Dr. Patel continued.
“The pathology report is not complete, but we have preliminary findings.”
My heart stopped.
“Cancer?”
Maya asked before I could.
Dr. Patel smiled slightly.
“Preliminary findings favor a benign tumor.”
The room changed.
Maya stared at her.
“Benign?”
“Yes.”
“Not cancer?”
“Based on what we have so far, cancer appears less likely.”
Maya began crying.
So did I.
It was the first good news we had received since walking into the hospital.
I held her hand.
She laughed through tears.
“So I’m not dying.”
“No one here believed you were dying.”
“I did.”
“I know.”
Dr. Patel let the relief settle before continuing.
“There are still questions about the exact type, and we need final pathology.”
Maya nodded.
“But this is good?”
“Yes.”
Good.
A word I had nearly forgotten.
After Dr. Patel left, Maya cried quietly for several minutes.
Then she said, “If it’s benign, maybe Dad didn’t make it.”
I knew what she meant.
Maybe she did not have to carry the idea that her father manufactured the thing removed from her body.
“Maybe not.”
“Then why am I still so mad?”
“Because the mass doesn’t have to be his fault for everything else to be.”
She wiped her face.
“He could’ve taken me sooner.”
“Yes.”
“He could’ve stopped the pills.”
“Yes.”
“He could’ve told you.”
“Yes.”
She nodded.
Then something in her expression shifted.
“Mom.”
“What?”
“The liquid bottle.”
I leaned closer.
“What about it?”
“He didn’t keep it in the office.”
“Where?”
“The garage.”
My pulse jumped.
“Where in the garage?”
“In the old refrigerator.”
We had an old refrigerator in the garage.
Mark kept drinks in it.
Paint rollers sat on top.
I had opened it hundreds of times.
“Where?”
“The freezer part.”
My skin prickled.
“Why?”
“I saw him put it there.”
“When?”
“After I got sick.”
I grabbed my phone.
Detective Hollis answered immediately.
I told him.
There was a pause.
Then he said, “Claire, officers searched the office and common areas.”
“The garage refrigerator?”
“Not the freezer compartment in detail.”
“Go back.”
“We will.”
“Now.”
“We will.”
Less than an hour later, he called.
“We found containers.”
My heart pounded.
“How many?”
“Six.”
“Liquid?”
“Yes.”
“Labels?”
“Some.”
“Product codes?”
“Yes.”
“February?”
“One code matches.”
I closed my eyes.
“What else?”
His silence told me there was more.
“What?”
“One container is labeled C1.”
I stopped breathing.
“Me.”
“Yes.”
“And another?”
He hesitated.
“C1-D.”
I stared at Maya through the hospital-room glass.
Mark had not simply kept remnants from the substances he gave her.
He had stored one bearing the same code he used for me.
A formula linking mother and daughter.
A seventeen-year experiment that had apparently never ended.
Click here to continue reading: PART 16: The Bottles Hidden in Our Garage Linked Mother and Daughter, but Their Dates Proved Mark Had Planned Maya’s Testing Before She Ever Became Sick
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