Chapter 7 - Victor Had My Brother and Sister, but He Made One Mistake—He Thought a Seven-Year-Old Would Be Afraid to Come Looking for ThemMy father wanted to stop me.
I refused.
“They're my babies.”
He stared.
“You're seven.”
“I don't care.”
I knew where Victor was going.
The old warehouse.
The man from the photographs.
We went.
It was dark.
Cold.
Scary.
But I wasn't alone.
My father was with me.
So was the detective.
He had escaped.
They found the twins.
We entered quietly.
Victor stood with them.
They were crying.
But alive.
“Amelia.”
I stepped forward.
“Let them go.”
Victor smiled.
“You are brave.”
“I don't want your money.”
“I'm not offering money.”
“What do you want?”
“The code.”
I shook my head.
“I don't remember.”
He moved toward the twins.
“Then I'll make you remember.”
My father stood between us.
“Leave her alone.”
Victor laughed.
“You should have stayed dead.”
My father answered:
“You should have stayed in prison.”
Victor raised his gun.
Then the detective fired.
Chaos.
My father grabbed the twins.
I ran.
Victor followed.
I didn't know where I was going.
Then I remembered Mom's rule.
If you don't know what to do, find the blue door.
I had no idea what that meant.
But I found a blue door.
Behind it was a staircase.
We escaped.
The twins were safe.
Victor was gone.
But the detective found something.
A notebook.
My mother's.
It contained the final code.
Not the bank numbers.
A location.
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The location of the hidden archive.
We needed to get there before Victor.
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