Chapter 5 - The High-Speed Drive Toward The Tacoma Psychiatric Facility
The red Ford pickup truck tore out of the Jefferson High School parking lot, its tires kicking up loose gravel against the chain-link fence.
Tyler sat huddled against the passenger door, his arms wrapped tightly around his knees as he stared out at the passing suburban trees.
“Is Emma really in danger, Mr. Reed?” Tyler asked quietly, his voice barely audible over the loud rumble of the truck’s engine.
Mason kept his hands locked at ten and two on the steering wheel, his eyes fixed firmly on the two-lane highway leading north toward Tacoma.
“You tell me, Tyler. You’re the one who saw what my wife and your father were doing in that private medical office last month.”
Tyler buried his face in his hands, letting out a ragged, trembling breath as months of carried guilt finally burst open inside him.
“I saw my dad signing forged medical consent forms, Mr. Reed... he was transferring funds from your family’s trust into his private offshore accounts.”
“Emma caught them in the office that night. She took photos of the documents on her phone before my dad caught her in the hallway.”
Mason’s jaw clenched so tight he felt a sharp pain radiate down his neck, his worst fears being confirmed line by painful line.
His wife had not just had an affair; she had conspired with a corrupt surgeon to steal her own daughter’s inheritance and silence her.
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He pressed his foot harder onto the accelerator, the truck surging forward at seventy miles per hour along the winding Pacific Northwest highway.
In his rearview mirror, Mason caught sight of Adrian’s silver Mercedes following at a close, aggressive distance, refusing to let them escape.
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