Chapter 3 - THE MAN MY MOTHER RAN FROM
By sunrise, the attack was over.
Three men were dead outside the estate.
Two had been captured.
The others escaped into the snow.
Victor lost one guard.
His name was Daniel.
He had a wife and a twelve-year-old son.
I learned that because Victor personally called the widow.
He did not hand the responsibility to someone else.
He stood alone in his study with blood on one cuff and told a woman that her husband would not be coming home.
I had expected coldness.
Instead, I watched Victor close his eyes after the call and remain perfectly still for nearly a minute.
Then he returned to the bunker.
Lily’s fever had dropped to one hundred one.
The doctor said that was good.
I cried anyway.
Victor pretended not to notice.
At seven, he placed the metal key on the table.
“We need answers.”
“I need my daughter healthy.”
“Agreed.”
“Then I’m not going anywhere.”
“You aren’t.”
That surprised me.
“You’re not going to drag me to some bank?”
“No.”
“Good.”
“I’m bringing the bank here.”
I stared.
Marco smiled faintly.
“When Victor says things like that, it’s usually easier not to ask.”
Two hours later, a nervous man in a gray suit arrived under armed escort.
His name was Arthur Bell.
He represented a private institution in Switzerland with a Manhattan office.
The moment Victor showed him the key, his expression changed.
“Where did you get that?”
“Answer the question you’re being asked,” Victor said.
Arthur swallowed.
“That key belongs to Rossi Legacy Trust.”
I looked at him.
“My daughter?”
He studied me.
“Your name?”
“Hannah.”
“Hannah Rossi?”
“Hannah Carter.”
“Mother?”
“Elena Rossi.”
Arthur sat down.
“My God.”
Apparently everyone who heard my mother’s name had the same reaction.
“What is this trust?”
Arthur opened his briefcase.
“The account was established twenty-eight years ago by Matteo Rossi.”
“How much money?”
He hesitated.
“Current estimated value is approximately one hundred eighty million dollars.”
I laughed.
No one else did.
“Sorry. What?”
“One hundred eighty million.”
I looked at Lily.
Yesterday I had counted quarters to buy infant Tylenol.
Today a banker was telling me my daughter owned more money than I could comprehend.
“I don’t want it.”
Arthur blinked.
Victor watched me carefully.
“I don’t want crime money.”
Arthur adjusted his glasses.
“The trust contains more than financial assets.”
Victor leaned forward.
“The ledger.”
Arthur looked startled.
“So you know.”
“Enough.”
Arthur slowly nodded.
“Matteo Rossi deposited evidence, ownership records, and sealed testimony. He believed members of his organization planned to murder him.”
“Did they?”
“Yes.”
Victor’s jaw tightened.
“Rinaldi.”
Arthur nodded.
The Rinaldi family.
The men outside.
“Why lock everything behind his descendants?” I asked.
“Insurance. Matteo believed nobody would destroy his daughter while she controlled access.”
Victor gave a bitter laugh.
“He underestimated them.”
Arthur continued.
“When Elena was presumed dead, the trust became dormant. No legitimate descendant claimed it.”
“Until Lily?”
“Until Lily’s birth triggered an automated genealogical review.”
My skin went cold.
“What does that mean?”
“Birth records matched Elena’s hidden identity.”
Victor swore.
Arthur looked uncomfortable.
“The trust’s security system notified its supervisory trustees.”
“And one of them sold the information,” Victor said.
Arthur did not answer.
He did not need to.
Victor turned to Marco.
“Names.”
“Already pulling them.”
I looked toward the locket.
“My mother knew this would happen?”
“She may have suspected,” Victor said.
“Then why give me the key?”
“Because she trusted you.”
“She should have destroyed it.”
“No.”
Victor’s voice was firm.
“You don’t understand what might be in that ledger.”
“I understand men shot at my baby.”
His face softened slightly.
“Yes.”
“Then nothing in that box is worth her life.”
“Maybe not.”
“Maybe?”
“If the ledger contains what I think it does, destroying it won’t make Lily safe.”
“Why?”
“Because the people hunting her won’t believe it’s gone.”
That silenced me.
Arthur cleared his throat.
“There is another complication.”
Victor looked irritated.
“Of course there is.”
“The primary vault requires two forms of authorization.”
“The key and what?”
“Bloodline confirmation.”
I stared.
“What does that mean?”
“A DNA-confirmed descendant must appear in person.”
“No.”
Victor said it before I could.
Arthur continued carefully.
“Then the vault remains sealed.”
“Good.”
“Not necessarily.”
Victor’s eyes narrowed.
Arthur explained.
“If someone obtains temporary guardianship or legal control over Lily, they may be able to compel access through court action.”
My body went cold.
“They could take her legally?”
“Only with extraordinary manipulation.”
Victor laughed without humor.
“You clearly don’t know the people we’re dealing with.”
Marco entered.
His expression told me the day had just become worse.
“We identified one of the attackers.”
Victor waited.
“Leo Rinaldi.”
Victor went still.
“Antonio’s son?”
“Yes.”
“Who is Antonio?” I asked.
Victor did not look at me.
“Current head of the Rinaldi family.”
Marco continued.
“Leo talked.”
“Already?”
“He’s scared of his father.”
“What did he say?”
“They knew about the baby four months ago.”
Four months.
Someone had watched Lily since she was four months old.
I felt physically sick.
“Why didn’t they take her before?”
Marco looked at Victor.
“Because they needed confirmation of the locket.”
Victor’s eyes shifted toward me.
“When did Lily start wearing it?”
“My mother gave it to me. I kept it in a drawer for years.”
“When did you put it on Lily?”
“Her baptism.”
“When?”
“Four months ago.”
There it was.
Someone had seen it.
Someone knew.
Marco’s phone buzzed.
He checked the screen.
Then his expression hardened.
“Boss, we found the leak.”
“Who?”
Marco turned the phone around.
A photograph showed my supervisor.
The man who had ordered me to work while Lily was sick.
Gary Collins.
My stomach twisted.
“What does Gary have to do with this?”
“He wasn’t randomly assigned to the Moretti estate.”
Victor’s face changed.
“He sent you here deliberately.”
I stared.
“That makes no sense.”
Marco continued.
“Collins has been receiving payments from a Rinaldi-controlled cleaning contractor for eight months.”
Victor stood.
“He knew we’d recognize the locket.”
Marco nodded.
“And he knew the house would be attacked once Hannah and Lily were inside.”
I felt dizzy.
“They used me to get Lily through your gates.”
Victor’s expression turned murderous.
“And used my estate as the battlefield.”
The door opened.
One of Victor’s guards entered.
“Boss, we have Collins.”
My blood went cold.
Victor looked at me.
“You don’t need to be there.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Hannah.”
“He sent my sick baby into a shooting.”
Victor stared at me for a long moment.
Then nodded.
Gary Collins was tied to a chair in the garage.
The man who had threatened to fire me twelve hours earlier now looked like he might cry.
“Hannah.”
I slapped him.
Hard.
Victor’s men looked surprised.
So did Victor.
“You knew.”
Gary shook his head.
“I didn’t know they’d shoot.”
“You knew someone wanted Lily.”
“I needed the money.”
I hit him again.
Victor caught my wrist gently before I could do it a third time.
“Enough.”
“Let go.”
“He’s going to talk.”
Gary looked at Victor.
“I don’t know much.”
Victor crouched.
“You know enough to stay alive for the next thirty seconds.”
Gary started talking.
He had been paid to watch me.
Report visitors.
Photograph Lily.
Make sure I accepted the Moretti assignment.
Then he said something that changed everything.
“There’s another person.”
Victor’s eyes hardened.
“Who?”
“Inside your house.”
The garage went silent.
Gary swallowed.
“The Rinaldis have someone close to you.”
Victor’s voice became quiet.
“Name.”
“I never met him.”
Victor leaned closer.
“Then how do you know?”
Gary looked terrified.
“Because they called him by a code name.”
“What name?”
Gary’s lips trembled.
“The Brother.”
Victor slowly stood.
Marco’s face went white.
I looked between them.
“What?”
Victor stared at nothing for several seconds.
Then he whispered a name.
“Salvatore.”
“Who is that?”
Victor finally looked at me.
“My younger brother.”
I frowned.
“You said your older brother discovered you and Elena.”
“No.”
His face had become unreadable.
“I said my older brother found out.”
A terrible understanding entered his eyes.
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“I never said which brother set the warehouse on fire.”
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