Chapter 4
Emma locked the front door.
Then the side door.
Then the kitchen entrance.
Daniel stood in the foyer with his phone in one hand and fear written across his face.
Lily hugged her stuffed rabbit against her chest.
“Why aren’t we going?”
Emma knelt.
“We are.”
“Then why did you lock everything?”
Emma looked into her daughter’s frightened eyes.
Because someone had just threatened her.
Because a black SUV had been watching the house.
Because Daniel’s mother had dragged their family into something dangerous.
None of that belonged inside an eight-year-old’s mind.
“Because Mommy forgot to check the doors.”
Lily studied her.
Children knew when adults lied.
But she nodded.
Emma stood.
“Daniel, call security.”
“For the company?”
“For the house.”
“We don’t have private security.”
“My father did.”
Daniel frowned.
“That was years ago.”
Emma was already searching her contacts.
“Some relationships survive retirement.”
She found the number.
Marcus Reed.
Former police detective.
For six years, he had run security for Emma’s father during a brutal corporate takeover period.
He answered on the second ring.
“Emma?”
“I need help.”
His voice changed immediately.
“Where are you?”
“Home.”
“Are you safe?”
“I don’t know.”
“Explain.”
Emma did.
Quickly.
The transfers.
Victor.
The SUV.
The threat against Lily.
Marcus did not interrupt once.
When she finished, he asked, “Did you get a plate?”
“No.”
“Make and model?”
“Black Chevrolet Tahoe. Maybe three or four years old.”
“Anyone get out?”
“No.”
“Do you have cameras?”
“Yes.”
“Save everything. Do not overwrite it.”
Daniel stepped closer.
“Tell him about Mom.”
Emma did.
Marcus went silent.
Then said, “Do not go to the office.”
Emma frowned.
“I have a board meeting.”
“Cancel it.”
“I can’t.”
“You can join remotely.”
“I need to be there.”
“Emma, if someone is tracking company movements, the office is the first place they expect you.”
Daniel nodded.
“He’s right.”
Emma gave him a cold look.
“You do not get to suddenly become careful.”
Daniel’s face fell.
Marcus heard.
“I can have two people at your house within forty minutes.”
“Do it.”
“And call the police about the threat.”
Evelyn, still connected through Daniel’s phone, suddenly spoke.
“No!”
Everyone turned.
Daniel had forgotten to end the call.
Emma took the phone.
“Why not?”
“If you call police, Victor will know.”
“How?”
“He has people.”
“What people?”
“I don’t know.”
“You keep saying that.”
“Because I don’t!”
Emma’s patience broke.
“You took eight hundred thousand dollars and handed it to a man you barely know?”
“He was recommended to us!”
“By Peter?”
Silence.
Emma closed her eyes.
“Peter introduced you to Victor.”
Evelyn’s voice dropped.
“Yes.”
Daniel whispered, “You told me you met Victor at a fundraiser.”
“I did meet him there.”
“But Peter arranged it?”
“Yes.”
Daniel pressed his fist against his mouth.
Emma continued.
“What did Peter promise?”
“A private opportunity.”
“What kind?”
“Land.”
“Where?”
“Outside Austin.”
Daniel looked at Emma.
Same story.
Evelyn continued.
“Victor had option contracts. Peter said the land would triple once the zoning changed.”
“Did the zoning change?”
“I don’t know.”
“You invested eight hundred thousand dollars without verifying zoning?”
“I trusted Peter!”
Emma almost shouted.
“Why?”
“Because he was your father’s friend!”
The room went quiet.
That hurt.
Peter had known Emma since she was twelve.
He had attended her wedding.
He had held Lily at her baptism.
Emma swallowed.
“Did Peter know you borrowed against your house?”
“Yes.”
“Did Victor?”
“I think so.”
“Who prepared the loan papers?”
“My bank.”
“And did anyone encourage you to borrow more?”
Evelyn hesitated.
“Victor.”
Daniel swore under his breath.
Emma looked out the window.
No SUV.
But that no longer made her feel safer.
“What happened to the money?”
Evelyn began crying again.
“I don’t know.”
“You sent it somewhere.”
“To an escrow company.”
“What company?”
“I can send you the documents.”
“Do it.”
“Emma, I’m scared.”
For the first time, Evelyn sounded small.
Emma felt no sympathy.
Not yet.
Maybe later.
But not while Lily was holding a stuffed rabbit because her grandmother had destroyed what should have been one of the happiest mornings of her life.
“You should be scared.”
Daniel glared at Emma.
“Enough.”
Emma turned.
“Excuse me?”
“She made terrible decisions, but she’s scared.”
“And Lily wasn’t?”
Daniel looked down.
Emma handed his phone back.
“Stay on the line with her.”
“What are you doing?”
“Getting Lily somewhere safe.”
Daniel’s head snapped up.
“Where?”
“You don’t need to know.”
“I’m her father.”
Emma looked at him.
“Then you should have acted like it this morning.”
His face broke.
Lily heard.
Emma immediately regretted saying it in front of her.
Lily looked between them.
“Are you getting divorced?”
Both adults froze.
Daniel crouched.
“No.”
Emma did not answer.
Daniel looked at her.
“Emma.”
She lowered herself beside Lily.
“We are having a serious problem.”
Lily’s eyes filled.
“Because of me?”
Emma grabbed her hands.
“No.”
“Grandma said—”
“Grandma was wrong.”
“Did Daddy do something bad?”
Daniel closed his eyes.
Emma chose her words carefully.
“Daddy made some mistakes.”
“Big ones?”
Daniel answered.
“Yes.”
Lily looked at him.
“Are you going to jail?”
Daniel looked stunned.
“No. I mean, I don’t know. No.”
Emma shot him a look.
He grimaced.
Lily started crying.
Emma pulled her into a hug.
“Nobody knows what’s going to happen yet.”
“I don’t want Daddy to go to jail.”
Daniel turned away.
His shoulders shook.
That was when Emma’s anger shifted.
Not disappeared.
Never.
But shifted.
Because the man standing ten feet away was not a cartoon villain.
He was Lily’s father in every way except biology.
He had taught her to ride a bike.
Stayed beside her during pneumonia.
Read her bedtime stories with different voices.
And somehow, in one morning, his cowardice had made Lily question all of it.
Emma could hate what he had done without pretending none of the good had existed.
Her phone rang.
Marcus.
“I’m outside.”
Emma looked toward the gate.
A dark sedan pulled in.
Marcus stepped out.
Tall.
Gray at the temples now.
Still moving like a cop.
Another vehicle followed.
A woman and man got out.
Emma opened the door.
Marcus entered.
His eyes went immediately to Lily.
Then Daniel.
Then the windows.
“Show me the camera system.”
Daniel led him toward the office.
Emma took Lily upstairs.
She packed clothes.
Three days.
Maybe more.
Lily sat on the bed.
“Where are we going?”
“Aunt Rachel’s.”
Rachel was Emma’s older cousin.
She lived outside the city on a gated ten-acre property.
Lily loved it there.
Horses.
A pond.
Two enormous dogs.
Most importantly, very few people knew the address.
“Can Daddy come?”
Emma stopped folding.
Lily watched her.
Emma sighed.
“Not today.”
“Why?”
“Because he has to help fix something.”
Lily nodded.
Then whispered, “Can you come?”
“Yes.”
“Promise?”
“Yes.”
“Not the office?”
“Not today.”
That seemed to calm her.
Emma finished packing.
Downstairs, Marcus had pulled the security footage.
He paused the image.
The black SUV appeared.
Daniel leaned closer.
“Can you get the plate?”
“No front plate,” Marcus said.
“Texas requires one.”
“Exactly.”
Emma walked in.
Marcus replayed the video.
The Tahoe arrived at 7:41.
Twenty minutes before Emma had shown Daniel the bank statements.
That mattered.
“They were here before we knew about Victor’s call,” Emma said.
Marcus nodded.
“Meaning someone anticipated trouble.”
Daniel looked sick.
Marcus zoomed.
A figure sat behind the wheel.
Impossible to identify.
Then another camera angle showed something else.
At 7:55, while the SUV was parked across the street, a delivery van stopped near the gate.
A man wearing a cap walked toward the side fence.
He bent down.
Then left.
Marcus paused.
“What did he put there?”
Nobody knew.
Marcus signaled one of his people.
They went outside.
Five minutes later, the woman returned carrying a small black device inside a plastic evidence bag.
Daniel frowned.
“What is that?”
Marcus stared at it.
“Tracker.”
Emma’s heart stopped.
“For a car?”
“Most likely.”
“Whose?”
“We need to check your vehicles.”
They went outside.
Emma’s SUV was clean.
Daniel’s Mercedes was clean.
The family Range Rover had one.
Attached beneath the rear bumper.
Lily usually rode in that car.
Emma’s knees weakened.
Daniel saw her.
“Oh God.”
Marcus removed it carefully.
Emma grabbed Daniel’s arm.
“Who knew Lily was starting school today?”
Daniel stared at her.
“Lots of people.”
“Who specifically?”
“Mom. My assistant. The office. We talked about it at dinner with Peter last week.”
Emma went still.
“Peter knew.”
Daniel nodded.
Marcus looked between them.
“Who is Peter?”
Emma’s voice turned cold.
“The man I’m about to remove from my company.”
Her phone rang.
Robert.
She answered.
“Tell me you found something.”
“I did.”
His voice sounded shaken.
“Peter left the office.”
“When?”
“Ten minutes ago.”
“Why did you let him leave?”
“I didn’t know he was leaving. His assistant said he took a call, walked out, and never came back.”
Emma looked at Marcus.
“Can you track his company car?”
Robert hesitated.
“It’s parked downstairs.”
“He left without his car?”
“Yes.”
Emma’s pulse accelerated.
“Did anyone see who picked him up?”
“I’m checking.”
Then Robert inhaled sharply.
“What?”
“I just got the lobby footage.”
Emma gripped the phone.
“And?”
“He left in a black Chevrolet Tahoe.”
Nobody in Emma’s foyer moved.
Marcus held up the evidence bag containing the tracker.
Emma felt Lily’s fingers slip into hers.
Robert continued.
“Emma?”
“I’m here.”
“There’s something else.”
“What?”
“Peter had a folder with him.”
“So?”
“It came from the legal archives.”
Emma frowned.
“What folder?”
Robert paused.
“The one containing the original documents for Lily’s trust.”
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Emma looked down at her daughter.
And suddenly the torn school papers did not seem like the most important papers Evelyn had tried to destroy.
