The car roared to life, the headlights cutting through the darkness of the garage.

We drove out into the pouring rain.

The streets of Rockville were slick and congested with afternoon traffic.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

I looked out the window at the blurred neon signs of the shops.

Gavin was playing a dangerous game, but he had nothing left to lose.

If he lost the company, he lost his identity.

And he would destroy me to keep it.

We arrived at the gates of our estate twenty minutes later.

The iron gates stood closed, glistening in the rain.

I reached for the remote in my glove compartment and pressed the button.

The gates didn’t move.

“That’s strange,” I said.

“He must have changed the code,” Sarah said.

“Try the keypad.”

I rolled down my window, letting the cold rain splash against my face.

I stretched my arm out and typed in the code we had used for seven years.

The red light blinked twice.

Access denied.

“He’s locked me out,” I said.

“We’ll call the police,” Sarah said.