Chapter 3 - The Ghost of Elena
The heavy iron security gates at the end of the long driveway groaned as they swung open. The unmistakable hum of a diesel engine rumbled through the quiet afternoon air, followed by the crunch of gravel beneath heavy commercial tires.
Sophie let out a piercing scream. She ran to Gabriel, wrapping both arms around his thigh, her small body convulsing with terror. "Daddy! Don't let them take me! Please, Daddy! They have the needles! Grandma told me they have the white coats and the straps!"
"Nobody is taking you anywhere, Sophie," Gabriel said fiercely. He released his father, letting Everett slump to the floor coughing and clutching his bruised ribs.
Gabriel turned to his mother. Marlene was standing near the door, her chin raised, wearing an expression of monstrous satisfaction. She truly believed she had won. She believed that by utilizing Gabriel’s forged signature and wielding the vast social influence of the Blackwood name, she could simply have a child extracted from the estate under the guise of an emergency private medical intervention.
"You planned this to the minute," Gabriel said, his voice flat, hollowed out by disbelief. "You waited until I was scheduled to be flying over the Atlantic. My flight wasn't supposed to land until 8:00 PM."
"You always were too sentimental, Gabriel," Marlene replied coldly, adjusting her gold bracelets. "Just like your grandfather. The Blackwood name represents four generations of pristine prestige in this state. Your little wife was going to drag us through the mud of a public scandal over a few clerical errors in the shipping manifests. She thought she was so righteous. She thought she could march into the district attorney's office and play the hero."
Gabriel felt the room spin. "Elena didn't have an accident, did she?"
Everett looked up sharply from the floor, his face pale with horror. "Marlene! Be quiet! Do not say another word!"
"Why shouldn't I?" Marlene sneered, looking down at her husband with undisguised disgust. "He needs to understand the reality of this world! Elena was weak. She didn't understand loyalty. She took files that belonged to this family. She was driving to meet a federal investigator in the middle of a storm. If she hadn't been driving so fast, if she hadn't been so panicked when her brakes failed on the downhill turn... well, tragic things happen when people betray their own blood."
*Her brakes failed.*
The words echoed in Gabriel’s ears like an artillery shell detonating in an enclosed room.
For eighteen months, Gabriel had tortured himself. He had blamed himself for not being in the car with her. He had blamed the rain, the worn tires, the treacherous curves of the mountain pass. He had spent hundreds of nights staring at the ceiling of his empty bedroom, drowning in sorrow, wondering why God had taken the purest soul he had ever known.
It wasn't an act of God. It was sabotage.
Gabriel slowly turned his gaze toward Sophie. The little girl had gone completely silent. She was looking at Marlene with wide, hollow eyes. Sophie had been in the front passenger seat that night. She had survived the crash by a miracle, pulled from the smoking wreckage by firefighters with broken ribs and a shattered collarbone. Sophie had watched her mother die while trapped upside down in the dark.
"You killed Mommy?" Sophie whispered.
"Don't be dramatic, child," Marlene snapped carelessly. "It was an unfortunate mechanical malfunction. But you... you have her eyes. You have her stubborn, sanctimonious sneer. For eighteen months I have had to look at your miserable face in this house, reminding me of that common little street rat your father dragged into our family. Today, that ends."
A heavy knock rattled the front mahogany double doors.
*THUD. THUD. THUD.*
A deep voice echoed from the grand entryway. "Blackwood residence? St. Jude Medical Transport. We're here for the intake of minor Sophie Blackwood."
Marlene smiled, a cold, predatory baring of teeth. "Go open the door, Everett. Let the professionals do their job."
Everett scrambled to his feet, eager to escape Gabriel’s presence. He smoothed down his shirt, avoiding Gabriel’s eyes, and began walking toward the kitchen archway.
"Everett," Gabriel said.
His father paused, his hand on the doorframe.
"If you take one more step toward that front door," Gabriel said, pulling his smartphone from his coat pocket, "the first call I make will not be to the police. It will be to Harrison Vance."
Everett froze as if struck by lightning. His jaw dropped. "Harrison Vance? The state attorney general? Gabriel, you wouldn't dare."
"Harrison was Elena’s godfather," Gabriel said, his thumb hovering over the screen. "He spent ten years trying to find a reason why that crash report was filed so hastily by the local precinct. He suspected foul play from day one, but he had no evidence. Now, I have an unauthorized $18,450 wire transfer, a forged medical committal document, Sophie’s sworn eyewitness testimony, and your wife’s confession of vehicular homicide spoken before three witnesses."
Marlene’s smug smile vanished instantly. Her skin turned an ash-gray color. "Confession? I said nothing of the sort! No court would ever believe you!"
"Try me," Gabriel whispered. He raised the phone to his ear. "And while Harrison’s task force mobilizes to seal the borders, I will liquidate every single Blackwood asset that carries my name. By midnight, your credit cards will decline. By tomorrow morning, the bank will foreclose on this mansion. And by noon, the warrants for your arrest will be broadcast on every news channel in the country."
The front door knocked again, louder this time.
"Mr. Blackwood? We have a tight schedule! Please open the door!"
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Gabriel didn't look at the door. He kept his eyes locked on his parents. "Tell them to leave, Father. Or I press call."
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