Chapter 7 - The Trap in the NurseryPanic exploded in Daniel’s chest. Without a second thought, he shoved past Mrs. Gable, burst out of the study, and sprinted up the grand staircase three steps at a time.
“Lily!” Daniel roared, his heart hammering against his ribs like a sledgehammer.
He reached the second-floor landing and threw open the door to Lily’s bedroom. The room was empty. The French windows leading out to the private stone balcony were blown wide open, letting in a bitter autumn gale.
On the center of Lily’s white duvet lay her worn-out stuffed rabbit, resting right beside a small, unfamiliar note written on expensive stationary.
Daniel lunged forward, snatched the paper, and read the typed lines:
“You should have minded your own business, Daniel. The girl is with us now. If you want to see your daughter alive again, come alone to the old boathouse by the lake at midnight. Bring no police, or the next vault won't be underground.”
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A dark, terrifying rage washed over Daniel—a fury so absolute it pushed aside all fear. Richard Vance. The coward was still playing his family’s sick game.
He gripped the note until his knuckles turned white, his mind racing to form a plan to get his daughter back before midnight claimed her.
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