Chapter 6 - The Silent Confidant
Ethan sat,
in the back,
of the diner,
his hood,
pulled low,
over his,
face.
He was,
waiting for,
someone.
The bell,
above the,
door,
chimed,
and an,
elderly man,
entered,
shaking off,
the rain.
He was,
Mr. Jenkins,
the former,
head of,
security,
for the,
Sterling Estate,
a man,
who had,
served Arthur,
for thirty,
years.
He spotted,
Ethan,
and walked,
over,
sitting down,
heavily.
He looked,
at Ethan,
his eyes,
filled with,
sadness,
and regret.
I heard,
about your,
father,
he said,
his voice,
cracked,
with emotion.
I am,
so sorry,
Ethan.
He was,
a good man.
Ethan nodded,
his expression,
grim.
Thank you,
Mr. Jenkins.
I need,
your help.
Jenkins sighed,
taking a sip,
of his,
coffee.
I knew,
you would,
come,
eventually.
What do you,
need?
Ethan leaned,
in,
lowering his,
voice.
I need,
to get,
to the island.
The private,
one.
Jenkins looked,
up,
his eyes,
widening.
That island?
It is,
heavily,
guarded,
now.
Julian has,
hired,
mercenaries.
Ethan was,
not surprised.
I know.
That is why,
I need,
a way,
in,
that they,
will not,
expect.
Jenkins thought,
for a moment,
his fingers,
tapping on,
the table.
There is,
an old,
maintenance,
tunnel,
he said,
slowly.
It was,
built during,
the war,
for,
supplies.
It runs,
from the,
mainland,
to the,
island,
under the,
water.
Most people,
do not,
know,
it exists.
Ethan's eyes,
lit up.
Where is,
the entrance?
Jenkins leaned,
in,
whispering.
It is,
behind the,
old lighthouse,
on the,
North Point.
But be,
careful,
Ethan.
It is,
dangerous.
The structure,
is old,
and the,
tides,
are unpredictable.
Ethan nodded,
his determination,
solidifying.
Thank you,
Mr. Jenkins.
You have,
no idea,
how much,
this means.
Jenkins reached,
across the,
table,
placing a,
hand,
on Ethan's,
arm.
Your father,
loved you,
Ethan.
He knew,
you would,
do the,
right thing.
Do not,
let him,
down.
Ethan stood,
up,
his resolve,
stronger than,
ever.
I will,
not.
He left,
the diner,
walking into,
the rain,
his plan,
already,
forming.
He had,
the location.
He had,
the path.
All he,
needed,
was the,
courage,
to go,
through with,
it.
He drove,
to the,
North Point,
the old,
lighthouse,
looming over,
the cliff,
like a,
silent witness.
He climbed,
the rocks,
the spray,
of the,
ocean,
soaking him,
through.
He found,
the entrance,
hidden behind,
a thick,
growth of,
vines,
and overgrown,
bushes.
He pulled,
them away,
revealing the,
rusted,
iron door.
He pulled,
on the,
handle,
and with,
a groan,
it opened.
He stepped,
into the,
darkness,
the sound,
of the,
ocean,
muffled,
behind him.
He switched,
on his,
flashlight,
the beam,
revealing the,
long,
damp,
tunnel.
He began,
to walk,
his heart,
pounding,
in his,
chest.
This was,
it.
This was,
his path,
to the,
inheritance,
his path,
to justice,
and his,
path,
May you like
to the,
truth.
