Chapter 7 - The Reckoning
Before Victor could process the name, the heavy security intercom on the wall beside the bed crackled to life.
It wasn't Drew’s voice.
It was Natalie West’s voice, calm, amplified, and chillingly polite, echoing through every speaker in the east wing.
“Well, well, well,” Natalie’s voice purred through the intercom. “It seems playing nursemaid has gotten entirely out of hand. I’m afraid you’ve forced my hand, Victor. Security protocols have been updated. The estate gates are locked, the local cell towers are jammed, and my father’s federal marshals are currently twenty minutes away with a sealed warrant to take custody of the boy under charges of severe medical endangerment.”
Victor stood up slowly from the bedside. The grief that had paralyzed him for fourteen months evaporated, replaced by the cold, calculated fury of a predator whose den had been invaded.
He looked at Nora.
Nora picked up the empty syringe from the floor, holding it up like a trophy. “It’s a specific monoclonal chelating agent,” she explained rapidly, her voice steady. “It neutralizes the synthetic neurotoxin Natalie’s doctors were using to keep him locked in his own body. He’s going to be sore, and his voice will take weeks to recover fully, but he’s lucid. And more importantly—the blood panels I drew an hour ago have already been uploaded to an encrypted cloud server controlled by my former legal team.”
Victor let out a dark, humorless laugh.
“Drew!” Victor shouted toward the open doorway.
Drew Bennett appeared in the corridor a second later, holding an assault rifle with a relaxed, lethal competence. “Already handled the local jammers, Vic. The fiber-optic uplink to the federal server is secure. Nora’s upload went through five minutes ago. Senator West’s office is currently melting down under three federal wire fraud investigations.”
“Where is Natalie?” Victor asked.
“Sitting in her BMW X5 parked right outside the security gates,” Drew grinned, pulling a set of heavy physical override keys from his pocket. “She thought she was coming to watch the finale. She didn't realize we had the perimeter ringed since midnight.”
Victor walked over to the closet, pulled out a tailored black wool overcoat, and slipped it on. He looked down at Leo, who was watching him with wide, trusting eyes.
“Stay here with him, Nora,” Victor instructed quietly.
“Where are you going, Mr. Langley?” Nora asked.
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Victor reached into his breast pocket and pulled out a heavy gold signet ring—his father’s ring, which he hadn't worn since the night Claire died. He slipped it onto his finger.
“To finish a deal.”
