Chapter 3 - Tactical Entry
I knew I couldn't get through the front door.
Marcus had called his private security team;
I could see them moving in the shadows of the garden. I retreated to the side of the mansion, pulling a specialized kit from my truck.
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I didn't need a key; I needed a distraction. I cut the power to the external security cameras, moving with the muscle memory of a ghost. I scaled the trellis on the east wall, my aging joints complaining but obeying. I breached a second-story window, landing silently in a hallway filled with expensive art. The silence here was suffocating. I didn't search for rooms;
I searched for the sound of breathing. I found the master suite, but it was empty. However, there was a bloodstain on the carpet near the door. My vision tunneled. Emily wasn't just being "disciplined." She was being hunted. I had to find her before they did.
