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Returning home several hours early on Christmas, I froze when I saw my 10-year-old daughter trapped inside her medical brace, secured with a padlock. My wife laughed, “Bad children have to be disciplined. Look at her now, obedient as a dog,” and refused to unlock it. I rushed my daughter to the hospital. When the surgeon cut the brace open, a hidden chain dropped out. She looked at me and said, “Call the police.” / Chapter 7 / 10

Chapter 8 - The Siege of the Cabin

The cabin’s reinforced oak door was slightly ajar, the lock picked with professional tension wrenches. Inside, the living room was illuminated by the flickering orange glow of the stone fireplace.

Victoria stood over the open hatch of the root cellar, her right arm bound in a tight sling, her left hand clutching a crowbar. Scattered around her feet were five heavy steel ammunition boxes filled with gold sovereigns and foreign currency stacks.

Beside her stood a man I recognized immediately: Arthur Vance, my estranged cousin, an estate lawyer who had handled my father’s will seven years ago.

“Hurry up, Victoria!” Arthur hissed, hauling a sixth crate onto the floor. “The state police will have roadblocks across the Canadian border by noon. If we don't clear the St. Lawrence river crossing before the ice patrol wakes up, we’re dead!”

“Shut up and lift!” Victoria spat back, her face twisted with fury. “Alex is probably at his brat’s bedside playing the wounded hero. He doesn't even know this cache exists! I found the deed in his private safe two months ago!”

“He knows,” I said from the shadows of the hallway.

Both of them froze.

Arthur dropped the crate with a deafening metallic crash. He reached for a compact revolver tucked into his belt, but he was dealing with a man who had cleared compounds in Kandahar while under mortar fire.

I closed the distance in two strides. My combat blade struck the meat of Arthur’s wrist, pinning his weapon against the timber wall before driving an open-palm strike directly into his sternum. The impact drove the breath from his lungs, collapsing him to his knees, gasping for air.

Victoria backed toward the roaring fireplace, her good hand clawing at a short-barreled shotgun leaning against the stone mantle.

“Stay back, Alex!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with hysterics. “I swear to God, I’ll blow this whole house to pieces! The gas line is open in the kitchen! One spark and we all burn!”

I stopped ten paces away, my weapon remaining holstered. I looked at the woman I had welcomed into my home, the woman who had smiled at our dinner table while slowly poisoning my food and padlocking my daughter in a plastic cage.

“You won't light it,” I said softly. “You love money too much to die for it.”

“I deserved that life!” she screamed, her eyes bulging with manic greed. “I spent three years playing the doting stepmother to that broken, whining brat! Washing her clothes, listening to your boring war stories, waiting for you to die! You were supposed to die in the truck, Alex! Why couldn't you just die like the others?!”

“Because my daughter had my back,” I said.

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