Chapter 4 - The Web of Fear
The sound of distant sirens,
began to echo through the night,
wailing through the quiet streets,
of the exclusive neighborhood,
drawing closer and closer,
to the house of secrets,
Patricia panicked completely,
she scrambled to her feet,
trying to run toward the door,
but Daniel stood in her way,
his massive frame blocking the exit,
like a solid stone wall,
you are going nowhere,
he said coldly,
his fists clenched tight,
Patricia fell back against the wall,
sliding down to the floor again,
her expensive clothes ruined,
her composure completely shattered,
why,
Mariana asked,
her voice trembling with rage,
as she held Leo close,
warming him with a blanket,
he is your nephew,
Patricia,
how could you do this,
how could you watch us suffer,
for ten terrible months,
knowing he was right here,
suffering in the dark,
Patricia shook her head wildly,
tearing at her own hair,
it wasn't my choice,
she screamed out,
they threatened my life,
they said they would kill me,
and then they would kill you,
if I didn't let them hide him,
who is they,
Daniel demanded,
stepping closer to her,
his shadow looming large,
over her trembling body,
tell me right now,
before the police get here,
Patricia looked at the window,
as the red and blue lights,
flashed against the glass,
casting eerie shadows,
across the splintered floor,
it's the syndicate,
she whispered in terror,
the people from the registry office,
the ones who handle the money,
I owed them millions,
Daniel,
and they used my debt,
to take your boy,
they wanted something from you,
something you have at work,
Daniel froze at her words,
his mind processing the information,
he worked as a chief auditor,
for the federal government,
handling sensitive financial records,
of major corporations,
it wasn't a random kidnapping,
it was an inside job,
designed to break him,
and his own sister,
had been the perfect tool,
the front door burst open,
and the police rushed in,
weapons drawn,
ready for a fight,
but they stopped dead,
in their tracks,
staring at the hole in the floor,
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and the skeletal boy,
in his mother's arms.
