The Silent Treason Beneath My Hudson Valley Estate and the Lost Child
*02:45.*
I looked down at Caleb, who was watching me with wide, terrified eyes.
“They have Lila,” I said.
“I didn’t know,” Caleb whispered. “They told me she was in the city.”
“Where are they keeping her?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said. “I swear, Adrian, I don’t know.”
I stood up and approached the device, my hands trembling slightly.
I had to disarm it.
If the house collapsed, we would lose everything, including the clues to where they took her.
I reached for the pocket knife in my back pocket.
The blade clicked open, the silver metal catching the dim light.
I looked at the blue wire.
It was slightly thicker than the others, wrapped in electrical tape.
“If you cut the wrong one, it goes off instantly,” Caleb warned.
“Shut up,” I said.
I heard a voice call out from the main corridor.
“Clear the rooms!” a man shouted. “Find the target.”
They were close.
They were searching the cellar.
I held the blade against the blue wire, my breath catching in my throat.
The timer showed *02:15.*