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Charade: The Truth About Dad
Chapter 8: Jin Kazama Part 2 (count.)

"Where the hell is he? We were supposed to have left an hour ago!"

"I'm here. Sorry for the wait Xiao."

"How'd you get in? Never mind that, we're late. Where is Mr. Conroy? Isn't he coming too?" I know Mr. Kamaza was going to wait for me, the money was too important to him. Nevertheless, I hate being late for anything.

"Chase won't be coming Xiao." His tone scared me, what is going on?

"Why not? He assured me he'd come? What's going on, Jonathan? Did the two of you get into a fight?" I was hoping that was all it was.

"No, Xiao. He had a heart attack."

"Is he going to be ok?" I don't even want to here the answer.
Jonathan grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me in for an embrace. "I'm sorry, Xiao. He's dead." The words stung like a knife through my heart.

"It's all my fault." I sobbed into his chest.

"No it's not Xiao. You can't predict those kind of things. He's had a heart problem for a few years now. Don't beat yourself up about it."

I wanted to believe it, but I knew it wasn't just any heart attack. Mr. Conroy seemed perfectly healthy. Something had to spark it. "I really don't think it was just a heart attack, Jonathan. He was healthy for someone with a heart condition from what I remember." The more I thought about the less guilty I felt.

"Jonathan, what were his last words?"

He was hesitant to answer at first. "He kept on repeating my name 'Williams, Williams...' It was kind of freaky. Not only that, he was staring off at something, but I didn't catch what it was.

"Oh my God Jonathan! We have to hurry!"

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We arrived at our meeting place. The moment of truth had finally come. "Mr. Kazama! Where are you?"

"Kazama?" Jonathan said with familiarity. But I didn't have time to question him; Mr. Kazama appeared from the corner of a nearby alleyway.

"You're over an hour late Xiaoyu."

"Sorry, but my friend here held me up." There wasn't a hint of being apologetic in my voice. Then Mr. Kazama stretched out his hand to Jonathan.

"What are you doing Mr. Kazama?"

"I'm introducing myself to my imaginary little brother, what does it look like I'm doing?"

"Come again?" Did I hear what I think I just heard? Were my suspicions from when Jonathan told me about Chase correct?

"You heard me."

"Jonathan, what's going on?" I turned to him for an answer.

"Xiao, my name is Jin Kazama. I work for the American CIA." He pulled out his badge. "Is this who you were getting our information from?" I nodded and turned my head to the now stranger.

"If Jonathan's the real Mr. Kazama, then you must be Richard Williams."

"That's right Xiaoyu."

"No wonder you refused to show me a picture of Richard. Because it was you, and that's why you were unwilling to talk to me about me about yourself. You thought I'd figure out it was really you that you were describing. And that's also how you knew so much about my father and his past. You ARE his past."

"Good detective work, Xiaoyu."

You were there when Patrice and Conroy died weren't you?" Richard said nothing and I kept going. "They both thought you were dead, that's why they kept repeating 'Williams' over and over again. YOU were what they were staring at." I paused, trying to let what I had just figured out sink in. "And the CUS doesn't exist, does it?"

"I'm afraid it doesn't."

"Did you kill my father?" Richard just turned away. "Mr. Williams. Tell me the truth about what happened on that battlefield. The truth about my father."

"I guess you deserve an answer. You've proved you're not as ruthless as your father was." He sighed and continued. "Conroy, Walker, your father and myself were quick friends in boot camp. Our bond was unbreakable, or so we thought. We were trained as rescue units, as you already know. Some of our men were behind enemy lines and the four of us were sent to go and rescue them. When we got there, we stumbled across the 4 million dollar.

"Stamps." I finished. I held up the three stamps I found in my father's planner binder.

"Correct. The rarest stamps in the world. We all decided that we would go and sell them to some museum and split the money into four equal parts. However, Lei Fei had other plans. When I got injured in the battlefield, your father came to my side. He knew I was still alive, but he told the others that 'Williams was dead.' I was too battered up to contradict him and he left me for dead. But not before taking the stamps from my pocket. Then Lei Fei got injured on purpose. He told Patrice and Chase that since he was leaving, he'd take the stamps with him, it was safer that way. It seemed logical and they agreed. But when your dad returned to the U.S., he moved to Canada and changed his name. The rest is review for you."

"You finally caught up with him and killed him, didn't you."

"I'm sorry, Xiaoyu. War can drive one crazy. Then to have one of your own, a person whom you claim as your best friend deceive you like that.I'm really sorry Xiaoyu, but I felt as if I had to do it."

"I think I understand. I understand, but that doesn't condone what you did." My voice was barely audible. "Plus you lied to me, Richard. I can understand that too, but you should've told me what the deal was from the start." I turned back to Jin. "That goes for you too."

"I'm sorry Xiao, I."

I cut him off. "You had to. I know."

"Those stamps need to be returned. I need them back Xiao."

"You mean these?" I through the stamps to the abandoned fire a homeless man had left.

"Xiao! NO!" But it was too late.

"Just arrest him and leave me alone." I walked away without another word. I could hear Jin telling Richard his Miranda rights.