The Silent Treason Beneath My Hudson Valley Estate and the Lost Child
I wanted to raise Lila in a place where we did not have to hide behind stone walls and armed guards.
I would dismantle all of this.
I would give the federal prosecutors Caleb, the network, and the accounts.
I would trade the empire for a quiet life.
“He went through the gardens,” Marcus said, looking out the open window into the rain.
“He won’t get far,” I said. “I locked the main gates from my phone before we entered.”
I pulled out my phone to check the perimeter cameras.
The screen lit up with a flashing red warning.
A motion sensor in the historic carriage house had just been tripped.
“Stay here with Nora,” I told Marcus. “Ensure the rest of the property is secure.”
“Adrian, let me go with you,” Marcus said.
“No,” I said. “This ends between Caleb and me.”
I walked back down the stairs, the silence of the mansion pressing against my ears.
I stepped out of the cellar entrance and into the pouring rain.
The cold water soaked through my shirt instantly, but I barely felt it.