Chapter 21 - An Unknown Warning Note Left At Iron Gates
I rushed down the remaining steps, pulling my burner phone from my pocket to dial Gerald’s direct emergency frequency. Before my thumb could hit the call button, the heavy front entry door chimed softly.
The smart-lock security monitor on the wall flashed green, indicating an authorized physical key had just been inserted. But no one was scheduled to return from New York until Sunday afternoon.
I crept silently toward the foyer, keeping my footsteps light as I approached the massive mahogany double doors. Resting on the marble floor just inside the threshold was a plain, unmarked white envelope.
I picked it up cautiously with gloved fingers, sliding out a thick piece of heavy cardstock paper. Scrawled across the page in sharp, unfamiliar handwriting were words that made my blood run cold:
May you like
“The doctor was just an employee; the real syndicate architect never left the building.”
Before I could call out to security, the security monitors flickered simultaneously across the entire ground floor. Every camera feed went black, plunging the million-dollar estate into total digital darkness...
