PART 5: The Underground Passage
We tumbled into the damp darkness of the cellar, the heavy iron door slamming shut above us as bullets thudded against the reinforced wood. The lawyer flipped a hidden switch near the old water heater, revealing a narrow stone tunnel cut directly into the foundation wall. He shoved the steel briefcase into my hands, his face pale and slick with sweat in the dim emergency light.
“Carl built this escape route years ago because he knew this day would come,” the lawyer whispered frantically, checking his empty ammunition magazine. He revealed that Carl’s death hadn’t been caused by natural illness alone; he had been deliberately poisoned to force his assets into open probate. Carl had rushed our marriage to bypass probate court, ensuring I held legal immunity over the digital safe keys.
Footsteps heavy and fast began hammering against the iron cellar door, the frame buckling under repeated, violent kicks. Which dark secret was waiting at the end of the stone tunnel? Go to the next part to discover the horrifying truth…
