“You’re not leaving this estate,” Lorenzo said, stepping out of the shadow of the trees.

I stood beside Lorenzo, my hands clenched into fists at my sides.

The wind howled through the iron bars of the gate, making a high, whistling sound.

A sudden chime echoed from the gate post.

The green light on the keypad turned red.

The code had expired, or the manual override from the main house had finally locked the gate down completely.

Dr. Halloran stared at the red light, his face turning pale.

He was trapped.

Lorenzo raised his weapon, pointing it directly at the doctor’s chest.

“Give me the antidote,” Lorenzo said.

His voice was quiet, but it carried a weight that made the air feel heavy.

Dr. Halloran looked at the gun, then up at Lorenzo’s face.

A strange, desperate smile touched the corners of his mouth.

“If you shoot me, Lorenzo, you will never know the truth,” the doctor said.

“I don’t care about the truth,” Lorenzo said. “I care about my son.”

“But you should care,” Halloran said, his eyes gleaming in the dark. “Because your son isn’t the only one who was poisoned in this house.”