Chapter 5 - The Midnight Reconnaissance
My heart stopped.
"Marcus," I said, holding out the phone. "They're moving Brianna to the basement. Elijah knows someone is digging into Damian's facility."
Marcus immediately stood up, his professional calm snapping into operational mode. "If Elijah suspects a leak, he’s going to lock down the estate. We don't have enough physical evidence of abuse to get a judge to issue an emergency search warrant tonight without risking Brianna being hidden away before officers arrive."
"Then I’m going in tonight," I said, pulling my car keys off the table.
"Absolutely not," Marcus countered sharply. "Alyssa, you are their primary financial target. If they catch you trespassing on that property at night, they could use deadly force and claim self-defense."
"They won't catch me," I insisted, my voice tight. "I know the layout of the perimeter from two weeks ago. And I have something they don't think I have: access."
"Access?"
"Gavin gave me a spare key fob to the side gate last week," I said, pulling a silver electronic key ring from my purse. "He said it was so I could come and go freely once we were married. It’s time I used it."
Marcus stared at me for three long seconds before sighing heavily. "I’m coming with you. And I’m bringing two of my security operatives. We stay outside the gate as perimeter backup. If you are not back at the car in twenty minutes, we blow the gates down and call the state police."
"Deal."
By 1:30 AM, Marcus’s unmarked black SUV was parked two streets away from the Herndon estate under the thick canopy of oak trees. Rain had begun to fall, a steady, low drizzle that slicked the pavement and muffled the sound of our footsteps.
Dressed in dark clothes, I crept along the brick wall surrounding the back of the property. The security cameras were positioned primarily at the main entrance and front driveway—arrogant wealthy families rarely expected threats from the rear service alleys.
I reached the iron side gate, pressed the silver fob, and watched with a surge of relief as the tiny green LED light clicked on. The heavy iron door unlatched with a soft hiss.
I slipped inside, staying low against the manicured hedges.
The main house was almost entirely dark, save for a dim yellow light glowing from the ground-floor study and a faint basement window near the rear patio.
I crept toward the low basement window, crouching in the damp mulch.
Looking through the reinforced glass, my blood ran cold.
The room below was a windowless concrete storage cellar. Sitting on a metal folding chair was Brianna, her hands zip-tied behind her back. Standing over her was Naomi, holding a stack of legal documents, while Elijah stood near a heavy metal door.
"Sign the quitclaim deed, Brianna," Naomi’s voice was audible through the iron basement vent near my feet. It was cold, devoid of any human empathy. "Your father's land in Savannah is the last unencumbered asset we have left before Alyssa’s merger goes through. Sign it, and we let you see your daughter next month."
"You... you lied to me," Brianna sobbed, her voice raw and weak. "You told me Damian was recovering! He’s locked away in a drug-induced coma!"
Elijah stepped forward, snatching Brianna by her hair, forcing her face up. "Listen to me, you pathetic little girl. Your husband is where he belongs because he lacked the stomach to protect this family. You will sign these papers tonight, or we will transfer your custody rights to the state and you will never see your child again. Do you understand me?"
I pulled out my smartphone, recording every single second through the basement vent. The camera captured Elijah’s grip on her hair, Naomi holding the forced legal documents, and the explicit verbal threats echoing through the small room.
It was crystal-clear, high-definition evidence of extortion, physical assault, and unlawful imprisonment.
Suddenly, a heavy shadow fell across the damp mulch beside me.
Before I could react, a powerful hand grabbed the back of my jacket and slammed me violently against the brick wall of the house.
My phone slipped from my hand, tumbling into the bushes.
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I looked up into the furious, dark eyes of Gavin Herndon.
"I knew it," Gavin sneered, his grip on my throat tightening just enough to cut off my air. The sweet, loving fiancé had vanished completely, replaced by a ruthless predator. "I knew you were acting too compliant, Alyssa. What the hell are you doing creeping around my house at night?"
