
THE DEVIL'S DEBT
Sokoga Ayodele · Ongoing · 112.6k Words
Introduction
Chapter 1
“You gonna stand there all night, or you gonna open it?”
Marcus Caldwell didn’t look up. The envelope sat on the table where he’d dropped it, his father’s handwriting across the front , ‘For Marcus. Only Marcus.’
“Give me a second, Jake.”
“You’ve had like ten seconds. I been standing here.”
“Then go stand somewhere else.”
Jake didn’t move. Marcus tore the envelope open. A small brass key dropped into his palm along with a folded note, and Jake leaned in before Marcus could stop him.
“What’s it say?”
“Nothing.” Marcus closed his hand around the key.
“Didn’t look like nothing. You went white, man.”
“It’s a key, Jake. To my dad’s old music box. He wants me to have it. That’s it.”
“Forty years working for the Morettis, and that’s what he leaves you? A music box?” Jake snatched the key before Marcus could react, turning it in the light. “This is ancient. Where’s it even go?”
“Give it back.”
“Relax, I’m just , ”
“Jake. Give it back.”
Something in Marcus’s voice made Jake hand it over without finishing the sentence. He grabbed his jacket instead, watching Marcus a beat too long.
“You’ve been weird since the funeral.”
“My dad just died. Weird’s the baseline.”
“Fair.” Jake headed for the door, then stopped with his hand on the frame. “Hey , whatever’s in that note. Guys who work for the Morettis as long as your old man did, they don’t always retire clean. Be careful.”
“It’s a music box, Jake.”
“Sure.”
The door clicked shut. Marcus unfolded the note again.
‘The music box in the attic. You’ll know when it’s time. Trust no one but yourself. , Dad’
His father had never written him a note like that in twenty-nine years. Marcus grabbed his coat.
The attic light buzzed when Marcus pulled the cord. He found the chest in under a minute , he’d known exactly where it was since he was seven years old, the one his father always said was off-limits, which of course meant Marcus had opened it a dozen times as a kid and found nothing but the music box itself.
This time there was a keyhole he’d never noticed.
The key turned. The lid clicked open , no music, the mechanism long dead , and inside, where the little ballerina used to spin, sat a USB drive and a folded sheet of paper, yellow with age.
Marcus unfolded it. A list of names. Bank names. Columns of numbers. And at the top, his father’s handwriting:
‘Moretti , Full Ledger , 15 yrs , DO NOT OPEN UNLESS EVERYTHING ELSE IS GONE’
Below it, smaller, like an afterthought:
‘If you’re reading this, son, I’m already dead. And it wasn’t an accident.’
A car door slammed outside.
Marcus didn’t move toward the window , he moved away from it, flattening against the wall beside the small attic glass, and looked down through the gap in the curtain.
A black Navigator. Two men getting out. He knew one of them , Sal Greco, Rafael Moretti’s guy , and the other had his jacket held closed in a way Marcus didn’t like.
The front door opened below. No knock. They had a key.
“Marcus?” Sal’s voice, easy, almost friendly. “Hey , saw your car outside. We just wanna talk, man. Rafael wants to know if you found anything of your dad’s. Files, paperwork. Company’s gotta sort his accounts.”
‘Company’s gotta sort his accounts.’ Two days after the funeral.
Footsteps on the stairs. Marcus shoved the note and the drive into his coat, grabbed the music box, and slipped through the crawlspace panel his father had shown him as a kid , ‘in case you ever need a way out’ , pulling it shut just as the attic door creaked open below.
“Huh,” Sal said, right beneath him now. “Thought I heard something.”
“Maybe it’s nothing,” the other voice said.
“Maybe. Check the bedroom. I’ll look up here.”
Marcus held still in the dark, the music box against his chest, dust thick in his throat, and listened to Sal Greco search his father’s attic for something he had no idea Marcus was already holding.
Twenty minutes after the Navigator pulled away, Marcus climbed down. His hands wouldn’t stop shaking , not from fear exactly. From the certainty that his father’s note hadn’t been paranoia. Someone had come looking. And whatever was on that drive, the Morettis already knew it existed.
They just didn’t know Marcus had it.
His phone buzzed. Unknown number.
‘We should talk. Somewhere private. I know what’s in the music box , and I know you’re not safe holding onto it.’
Marcus stared at the screen, then up at the dark window, half-expecting to see someone watching the house.
The street was empty.
Whoever sent that had been watching him climb into that attic. And they were watching him right now.
Marcus didn’t reply. He turned off the lights, locked the back door, and walked three blocks the wrong way before his phone buzzed again.
‘Running won’t help. I’m not the one you need to run from.’
He stopped under a streetlight, scanning the parked cars, the alley behind the laundromat. Nothing moved.
He typed back. ‘Who is this?’
‘Someone who liked your father. Engel’s Diner, 31st and Halsted. Booth in back. Twenty minutes. Come alone or don’t come at all.’
Engel’s had been his father’s place for thirty years , the corner booth, the newspaper, the way his dad always sat facing the door without ever admitting that’s what he was doing.
Whoever this was, that wasn’t research. That was history.
Marcus thought about calling Jake. He thought about it for exactly as long as it took to remember the note in his pocket. ‘Trust no one but yourself.’ You didn’t write that about strangers. You wrote it about the people close enough to matter.
He started walking toward Halsted.
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