Chapter 6 - Escaping The Heavy Wrought Iron Gates Before Midnight
The grandfather clock in the downstairs hallway struck eleven as I crept down the grand staircase into the dark foyer.
The Blackwood estate was deathly quiet, the staff dismissed for the weekend to maintain absolute privacy for the family dinner.
I slipped through the heavy oak front doors, pulling my trench coat tight against the biting autumn wind.
The automated wrought-iron security gates loomed ahead, guarded by a single private security guard sitting in a heated booth.
I walked calmly past the checkpoint, keeping my head down as the guard waved me through without looking up from his phone.
Once outside the perimeter fence, I broke into a desperate run down the dark, tree-lined suburban street toward the highway.
My phone buzzed continuously in my pocket with text messages from Grant demanding to know where I had gone.
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“Don't make this harder than it already is, Victoria. You signed the papers; you take the fall.”
I powered the phone off completely, tossing the SIM card into a roadside drainage ditch as a passing truck roared by.
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