Chapter 4 - THE TUNNEL UNDER MY HOUSEMiller made the decision.
“We leave.”
My house was surrounded.
Local backup wasn't coming.
Dad knew an old storm tunnel ran beneath the pantry.
I had forgotten it existed.
Arthur hadn't.
We moved.
Lily in my arms.
Dad’s wheelchair.
Evidence bag.
Recorder.
Shipping files.
Behind us, someone shouted.
“They’re moving!”
Gunfire shattered glass.
Lily screamed.
I covered her head.
Miller forced open the cellar hatch.
We descended.
The tunnel smelled of mud and rust.
Dad’s wheelchair barely fit.
Miller pushed.
I carried Lily.
She whispered:
“Daddy, are monsters following us?”
“No.”
I lied.
“They're not getting you.”
That part I meant.
After ten minutes we emerged by the river.
Cold air.
Dark trees.
Vanguard’s warehouse glowed across the valley.
Miller pulled out a satellite phone.
“We need state police.”
Then headlights appeared.
Black SUV.
I pulled Lily behind me.
Miller raised his gun.
A man stepped out.
Derek.
My brother carried a leather satchel.
“Don't shoot!”
Miller shouted:
“Hands up!”
Derek dropped the bag.
“Alex, please.”
I wanted to hit him.
Instead:
“What is that?”
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He looked at me.
“The reason Clara died.”
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