Chapter 7 - Arriving At The Iron Gates Of The Whitaker Estate
The keypad glowed with a faint red digital light through the blanket of heavy wet snow.
Audrey punched in the temporary override code Lucas had carelessly left written on his home office desk.
The digital screen flashed ACCESS DENIED in angry red letters, accompanied by a sharp internal alarm beep.
Inside the security lodge beside the gates, a heavy spotlight snapped on, blinding her through the windshield.
A guard in a tactical uniform stepped out into the freezing wind, pulling his heavy parka hood tight around his face.
He walked up to the driver's side window, rapping sharply on the glass with a gloved fist.
Audrey rolled the window down an inch, letting a gust of freezing air whip into the warm cabin.
“Private property, ma’am; turn this vehicle around immediately before we have it towed,” the guard shouted over the wind.
“I need to speak with Lucas Whitaker right now; it’s an absolute family emergency,” Audrey demanded firmly.
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“Mr. Whitaker is not taking visitors tonight; leave the premises before I call local enforcement,” the guard replied icily.
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