PART 4: The Discovery
We pulled onto the gravel driveway of the lake cabin just past midnight, the headlights cutting through the thick pine trees. The house was pitch-black and silent.
Using my spare key, I led the boy into the master bedroom, pulling back the heavy rug just as he had described. Concealed beneath a loose floorboard was a heavy steel safe, its digital keypad blinking softly.
I entered my father’s old birthdate. With a heavy click, the lock released.
Inside were stacks of offshore bank statements, stolen medical records from David’s clinic, and a recently signed insurance policy taken out in my name—worth three million dollars, set to activate only upon my accidental death.
Behind us, the heavy oak front door creaked open. Was David standing in the hallway? Continue reading Part 5 below for the final resolution.
