Chapter 5 - THE WOMAN WHO STOLE A LIFE
“Chloe!”
I slammed both hands against the steel door.
Nothing.
“Chloe!”
Harrison grabbed my arm.
“Sarah.”
I spun on him.
“Don't touch me.”
“We need to think.”
“My daughter is up there with that woman.”
“I know.”
“You know?”
My voice cracked.
“You haven't seen her in three years.”
The words hit him like a slap.
His hand dropped.
“You're right.”
I hated that answer.
I wanted him to argue.
I wanted someone to carry part of my rage.
Instead he looked at the dark floor.
“You're right.”
Jonah switched on his flashlight.
“We need another exit.”
“There is one,” Harrison said.
I stared at him.
“You might have mentioned that.”
“I wasn't exactly giving tours.”
He pointed toward the medical room.
“Behind the cabinets.”
We moved fast.
Jonah and I dragged a steel cabinet aside.
Behind it was a narrow stone opening.
An old wine tunnel.
Harrison leaned against the wall.
“When they renovated this place, they sealed most of the tunnels. Victoria didn't know I found this one.”
“How?”
“I spent months down here.”
The simple statement stopped me.
Months.
Whatever Harrison had done before, nobody deserved this.
We crawled.
The tunnel was barely four feet high.
Harrison struggled.
Twice, he collapsed.
Twice, I forced him up.
Not because I had forgiven him.
Because Chloe needed her father alive.
After what felt like an hour, we saw light.
We emerged behind a row of hedges fifty yards from the winery.
Gunshots cracked in the distance.
I dropped.
Jonah pulled Harrison down.
Another shot.
Then Maya appeared from behind a tractor.
“Sarah!”
“Where is Chloe?”
“With me!”
She pointed toward a maintenance shed.
I ran.
Chloe flew into my arms.
I held her so tightly she complained.
I didn't care.
“What happened?”
“The lady came.”
“Victoria?”
Chloe nodded.
“She said Daddy wanted me.”
Maya came inside.
“I saw her vehicle and moved Chloe before she reached the barn. She sent two men after us.”
“Did you see her?”
“Yes.”
“Where is she?”
“Gone.”
Of course.
Harrison appeared in the doorway.
Chloe saw him.
Everything stopped.
She had not seen her father in three years.
Not in person.
Only old photographs I kept because I couldn't bring myself to erase her past.
Harrison looked terrified.
More terrified than when I found him locked underground.
“Hi, Bug.”
Chloe inhaled sharply.
He had called her Bug when she was a baby.
She stared.
“Daddy?”
Harrison nodded.
Then Chloe ran.
He dropped to his knees.
She hit him so hard they both nearly fell backward.
Harrison wrapped his arms around her.
His face collapsed.
For the first time, I saw him cry.
Not elegant tears.
Not cinematic tears.
He shook.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered into her hair. “I'm so sorry.”
Chloe pulled back and touched his beard.
“You look old.”
I laughed before I could stop myself.
Harrison laughed too.
For five seconds, the nightmare loosened its grip.
Then Jonah's phone rang.
His expression changed.
“It's Leah.”
He answered.
We heard her voice through the speaker.
“Do not return to Los Angeles.”
“Why?”
“My office was breached.”
Everyone went still.
“What do you mean breached?”
“Files from the Voss investigation are gone. One of the agents assigned to me hasn't reported in.”
“Which agent?”
“Eric Dale.”
Maya went white.
Harrison noticed.
“You know him.”
She nodded.
“He came to the estate.”
Leah heard.
“When?”
“Three months ago. Victoria introduced him as federal security.”
Leah swore.
“We have a mole.”
I looked down at Chloe.
Nowhere was safe.
Leah told us about a secure property outside Ventura operated by the U.S. Marshals Service.
No names over the phone.
No normal roads.
Jonah was supposed to meet a clean team at a gas station thirty miles away.
We left immediately.
For the first hour, Harrison slept.
Chloe held his hand.
I sat on the opposite side of the vehicle and watched them.
Eventually his eyes opened.
“You hate me.”
I looked out the window.
“Yes.”
“I deserve that.”
“Yes.”
“Sarah—”
“Don't apologize yet.”
He stopped.
“If you apologize now, you're doing it because you're scared. I need the truth first.”
He nodded.
“Okay.”
“Why did you leave?”
His jaw tightened.
“Victoria offered to invest in the company.”
“That's business.”
“I was drowning.”
“I know.”
Our marriage had been drowning too.
Bills.
Arguments.
His failed startup.
My exhaustion.
Still, none of that explained another woman.
“She made me feel important,” he said.
The honesty hurt more than excuses would have.
“I felt like a failure at home. With her, I felt successful.”
“So you cheated.”
“Yes.”
“Then left us.”
“Yes.”
“And stopped paying support.”
His eyes filled with shame.
“The first six months were me.”
I hadn't expected that.
“What?”
“The first six months, I was selfish. Angry. Embarrassed. I convinced myself you didn't need me.”
My throat tightened.
“Chloe needed you.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“I do now.”
“And after six months?”
“Victoria took control of the accounts.”
I stared.
“She told me her financial team could restructure my debt. I signed documents. Then I started losing access. When I tried sending money, transfers failed.”
“You could have called.”
“I could have.”
“Why didn't you?”
“Pride.”
At least he didn't blame drugs for everything.
“Then I learned about the trust,” he continued. “I realized Victoria already knew. She mentioned details my lawyer hadn't told her.”
“And that's when you understood.”
“Not immediately. I was stupid.”
“Yes.”
A faint smile crossed his face.
“Still honest.”
“Keep going.”
He discovered shell corporations.
Previous husbands.
Former partners.
Men whose businesses collapsed after meeting Victoria.
Two had died.
One was in a psychiatric facility.
Then Harrison confronted her.
“The next morning, I woke up in a hospital room.”
“Private hospital?”
“Owned by one of Conrad's companies.”
He looked at Maya.
“After that, time stopped making sense.”
Maya lowered her eyes.
“I gave you those pills.”
“You didn't know.”
“Some days I did.”
“You also helped me stop taking them.”
Silence.
We reached the gas station before sunset.
Two black government SUVs waited.
Leah stood beside one.
I had never been so happy to see anyone.
She hugged Chloe.
Then Harrison.
She looked at me.
“You found him.”
“I found a disaster with a pulse.”
Harrison managed, “Nice to see you too, Leah.”
We transferred vehicles.
The safe house sat twenty miles inland.
Plain ranch property.
Nothing around it except dry fields.
For the first time in twenty-four hours, I believed we might survive.
That feeling lasted forty-three minutes.
Harrison showered.
Chloe ate grilled cheese.
Maya slept on a couch.
Leah and Jonah spread documents across a dining table.
Then Harrison walked in wearing borrowed clothes and placed a small metal object in front of us.
A storage token.
“Box 19,” he said.
I stared.
“You know what is inside?”
“The master ledger.”
Leah leaned forward.
“Of payments?”
“Everything. Doctors. judges. shell companies. victims.”
“Where?”
“Floor Seven.”
Jonah exhaled.
“We go tomorrow.”
Harrison shook his head.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because Box 19 isn't in the records room.”
He tapped the token.
“The number is a misdirection. Floor Seven has nineteen private deposit compartments behind Conrad's office.”
Leah asked, “What else?”
Harrison looked at me.
“There's a file on Sarah.”
My skin prickled.
“What file?”
“I saw part of it.”
“What was in it?”
He didn't answer.
“Harrison.”
“Photographs.”
“Of what?”
“You.”
My stomach tightened.
“From when?”
His eyes met mine.
“Before Victoria and I ever met.”
Nobody spoke.
“How long before?”
“Years.”
My mouth went dry.
“How many?”
He swallowed.
“The earliest photograph was taken outside the hospital the day Chloe was born.”
I felt the floor disappear beneath me.
Victoria had not discovered Chloe through Harrison.
Someone had been watching my daughter from the beginning.
And according to Harrison, the final photograph in my file had been taken even earlier.
It showed me pregnant.
Standing beside my mother.
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And written across the top in red ink were three words:
PRIMARY TARGET CONFIRMED.
