The Silent Treason Beneath My Hudson Valley Estate and the Lost Child
“They lied to you,” I said.
“They’re going to leave you here to die with me.”
A loud explosion echoed from the outer cellar door.
The sound was deafening, filling the narrow vault with dust.
The mercenaries were inside.
I heard footsteps running down the main corridor.
They were fast, heavy, and organized.
I looked at the device, then at the wires running into the beam.
There were four wires: two red, one blue, one yellow.
My phone rang again in my pocket.
I pulled it out with my free hand and answered it.
“Adrian,” the voice said again.
“I’m listening,” I said.
“Your time is running out,” the voice said.
“We can make a deal,” I said. “I have the keycard.”
“The keycard is useless to you now,” the voice said.
“We have the girl.”
My heart stopped.
“Lila?” I whispered.
“She is safe for now,” the voice said. “But only if you let the house burn.”
“Let me speak to her,” I demanded.
“No,” the voice said. “You have three minutes.”
The line clicked and went dead.
I looked at the timer on the keycard.