Chapter 7 - The Locksmith at Dawn
By 6:00 AM the following morning, a commercial lock service van was parked in the driveway of Connor and Sarah's Northern Virginia home.
A locksmith was replacing every digital lock keypad, deadbolt, and garage door opener code across the entire property.
Inside the house, Sarah sat in the rocking chair in the nursery, holding a sleeping, healthy Ethan against her chest.
Connor stood by the floor-to-ceiling living room window, sipping black coffee as he watched a silver Mercedes pull up to the gate.
Beatrice stepped out of the car, wearing oversized designer sunglasses and holding a spare key fob in her hand.
She pressed the electronic garage door button, but only a sharp rejection beep echoed across the driveway.
Frustrated, Beatrice marched up to the front entrance, slapping her palm against the glass panel while ringing the doorbell frantically.
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Connor opened the heavy oak door six inches, keeping the heavy security chain latched tightly in place.
"Hand over my jewelry box and my diamond coat, Connor!" Beatrice demanded loudly. "You had no right to kick me out!"
