The Silent Treason Beneath My Hudson Valley Estate and the Lost Child
I took his radio from his belt.
Static hissed in the small earpiece.
“Team Two, report,” a voice said over the static.
“We have a breach at the south gate.”
“Repeat, south gate is open.”
Marcus and Daniel had made their move.
“Team Two, do you copy?” the voice asked again.
I did not answer.
I put the earpiece in my ear.
“All units, converge on the south gate,” the voice commanded.
“Leave a skeleton crew at the house.”
“We need to find the owner.”
They were looking for me.
They thought I was outside.
I left the nursery and headed toward the main stairs.
The house was vast, but I knew every shortcut.
I took the narrow back stairs that the staff used.
It led directly to the kitchen and the pantry.
As I descended, the smell of copper and wet wool grew stronger.
I reached the bottom of the stairs.
The pantry door was made of thick oak.
It was slightly ajar.
A sliver of yellow light spilled onto the kitchen tile.
I heard voices inside.
“Where is the key to the safe?” a man asked.