Chapter 6 - The Safehouse In Ohio
By midnight, the yellow taxi had been abandoned in a parking garage, replaced by a non-descript rental sedan Victoria drove south.
They crossed the state line into rural Ohio, driving through pitch-black country roads lined with tall, whispering cornfields under a moonlit sky.
Leo had fallen asleep in the passenger seat, his cheek resting against the navy hoodie, breathing softly while Victoria monitored her rear-view mirror.
She pulled into a hidden gravel driveway that led to a modest, white-picket farmhouse nestled beneath three massive oak trees.
This was the safehouse her father had built thirty years ago during his time as a state prosecutor—a location completely off the grid.
She carried the sleeping boy inside, laying him down on a comfortable leather couch and covering him with a warm wool blanket.
She walked into the dimly lit kitchen, opening a hidden compartment behind the pantry shelves to retrieve her father’s old case files.
May you like
As she pulled out the yellowed folders, her eyes landed on a sealed, water-stained envelope bearing her sister’s distinct handwriting:
“To Victoria: If you are reading this, the Vance family has already sold my research to the syndicate.”
