Chapter 3: The Buried Ledger
The interrogation room was cold, sterile, and unforgiving. Alistair sat behind a one-way mirror, watching Eleanor. He had authorized his firm’s forensic accountants to tear through every file in the house.
What they found in the "forgotten" attic vault wasn't just proof of the kidnapping. It was a decade of systematic sabotage. Eleanor hadn't just married him; she had slowly replaced his loyal advisors with her own plants, funneled his wealth into shell companies, and gaslit him into believing he was suffering from memory loss.
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He had been a puppet in his own home.
The boy—whose name was Julian—had been the child of one of Eleanor’s first victims, kept in a basement facility, trained to be a courier of secrets. He had been the one to finally break the chain.
