Chapter 4 - The Unseen Clues Buried Beneath The Estate
The glass patio doors rattled violently as a sudden gust of autumn wind swept across the manicured lawns of the Connecticut estate.
Evelyn marched past her son, stepping directly out onto the damp patio in her expensive silk evening gown.
She knelt beside the single wet footprint, noticing a tiny trail of dried pine needles leading toward the ancient family mausoleum.
“Mother, you can’t go out there in the dark! There could be an intruder on the grounds!” Richard called out, following her.
“Call the private security detail, Richard, and tell them to open the lower vaults beneath the library,” Evelyn commanded.
“The lower vaults? Those have been sealed since Grandfather passed away twenty years ago!” Richard protested.
“Then break the iron locks,” Evelyn said, her voice dropping into an icy, unyielding register.
“Because if Thomas is alive, everything we built on this family estate is a lie,” she added quietly.
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She looked toward the tree line at the edge of the property, where a faint white light flickered through the dark foliage.
The secret she had kept buried for seventy years was scratching at the door, demanding to be brought into the light.
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