Chapter 5 - The Hunting Lodge
Richard had not entered through the guarded hospital doors.
He used the underground service tunnel connecting the hospital to an older medical building owned by the Whitmore Foundation.
Dr. Malcolm Voss disabled two security cameras.
A nurse forged Lily’s discharge documents.
Richard wore a paramedic’s uniform and pushed her through the tunnel himself.
By the time Arthur reached the hospital, the transport van had been gone for eighteen minutes.
Evelyn stood inside the security room.
“We have traffic cameras tracking it north.”
“Where?”
“Whitmore Hunting Lodge.”
Arthur knew the place.
The estate sat deep in the hills, surrounded by forest and old mining roads. Margaret hosted political retreats there. Judges attended. Police chiefs hunted deer. Businessmen made agreements that never appeared on paper.
Arthur entered Evelyn’s vehicle.
“Federal tactical teams are twenty minutes behind us,” she said.
“We don’t have twenty minutes.”
“We also don’t rush a hostage location blind.”
“That is my daughter.”
“And that is why you are not going through the front door.”
Arthur looked at her.
Evelyn handed him a tablet showing old property plans.
“There is a storm tunnel beneath the western hill. You taught me to study every exit before entering a room.”
“That was another life.”
“It is the life Lily needs for the next thirty minutes.”
At the lodge, Richard dragged Lily into a room lined with mounted animal heads and dark wooden cabinets.
Her ribs screamed with every breath.
One wrist was handcuffed to a heavy chair.
Richard poured himself a drink.
His hands were shaking.
“You embarrassed me.”
Lily stared at him.
“You beat me unconscious in front of a room full of people.”
“You were trying to steal from my family.”
“I copied evidence of murder.”
Richard slapped the glass onto the table.
“My mother built everything I was supposed to inherit.”
“Your mother built it with burned homes and dead people.”
“You don’t understand how power works.”
“No. I understand exactly how it works.”
Lily raised her bruised face.
“It makes weak men think fear is respect.”
Richard approached her.
“Where is Clara’s ledger?”
“I don’t know.”
“Your father found something at the chapel.”
“Then ask him.”
“I am.”
Richard lifted Lily’s phone and opened the camera.
He began recording.
“Arthur, bring the bank card and Clara’s original evidence to the lodge. Come alone. If I see an agent, Lily dies.”
He ended the video.
Lily watched him send it.
“You’re not leaving this place.”
“You think your father is going to save you?”
“He already did.”
Richard smiled.
“You’re still tied to a chair.”
“I meant before today.”
His smile disappeared.
Lily continued.
“You spent years convincing me I was difficult. Unstable. Ungrateful. You made me apologize every time you hurt me.”
“Stop talking.”
“I thought being loved meant becoming smaller so you would not become angry.”
Richard struck the chair with his foot.
“I said stop.”
“But the moment I called my father, I remembered who I was before you.”
Richard grabbed her chin.
“You are my wife.”
Lily looked directly into his eyes.
“Not anymore.”
Inside the storm tunnel, Arthur heard every word.
A tiny audio transmitter had been hidden inside Lily’s phone case by the federal evidence team before it was returned to her hospital room.
Richard had taken the phone.
He had also taken the device that revealed his location.
Arthur moved through cold water beneath the lodge.
Evelyn and four agents followed.
Above them, Richard paced.
“My mother warned Clara,” he told Lily. “She could have walked away.”
“My mother’s death was not an accident.”
Richard drank again.
“Holloway was supposed to frighten her.”
“What happened?”
“The road was wet.”
“That is not an answer.”
“She refused to stop.”
Lily’s phone continued transmitting.
Richard leaned toward her.
“My mother said some women only understand consequences when it is too late.”
Lily felt sick.
“Did you marry me because you thought I had her evidence?”
“At first, I approached you because Margaret wanted to know what Arthur kept.”
The answer cut deeper than the injuries.
“At first?”
Richard’s expression shifted.
“I did not hate being married to you.”
“That is the closest you ever came to love?”
“You had a beautiful life.”
“I had a beautiful prison.”
A sound came from beneath the floor.
Richard froze.
Arthur had stepped on a loose metal grate.
Richard grabbed Lily and pressed a gun against her temple.
“Come out!”
Arthur emerged through a hidden door behind the fireplace.
His hands were empty.
Richard pulled Lily from the chair.
“Where is the bank card?”
“Safe.”
“I told you to come alone.”
“I did.”
Lily saw a shadow move in the corridor behind Richard.
Evelyn.
Arthur kept his eyes on the gun.
“Let her go.”
“You want to give orders in my family’s house?”
“This was never your house.”
Richard laughed.
“My name is on the deed.”
“The money that purchased it came from families your mother forced into the street.”
Richard tightened his grip around Lily.
“You always thought you were better than us.”
“I never thought about you at all until you hurt my child.”
Arthur stepped closer.
Richard raised the gun.
Lily suddenly drove her heel into his knee.
The weapon fired into the ceiling.
Arthur lunged.
Evelyn and the agents rushed through the doors.
Richard broke free and ran toward the rear exit.
An agent followed him into the woods.
Arthur caught Lily as she fell.
“Dad.”
“I’ve got you.”
“He admitted it.”
“We recorded everything.”
“He said Mom was forced off the road.”
Arthur looked toward the open door.
A gunshot echoed through the forest.
Evelyn’s radio crackled.
“Suspect vehicle moving east. Richard Whitmore escaped through the lower road.”
Arthur held Lily against his chest.
She was alive.
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But Richard was still free.
And now he knew that Clara’s evidence had survived.
