Chapter 3 - The Fake Cruise
I fought wildly against the hospital restraints as the social worker walked out of the room.
The physical pain in my shattered bones was absolutely nothing compared to the agony in my heart.
Walter grabbed my hand tightly and swore on his life that he would get Noah back.
He immediately called a highly expensive private investigator to track my mother down.
I told the investigator that Diane was supposedly boarding a luxury cruise to the Caribbean this afternoon.
The investigator hacked into the commercial cruise line database within a matter of minutes.
He quickly discovered that Diane had never purchased a ticket for any vacation.
The Caribbean cruise was a complete lie fabricated to buy her time to execute this nightmare.
Walter ordered the investigator to track the GPS signal on Diane's cell phone.
The tracking software pinpointed her location at a luxury cabin thirty miles outside the city limits.
I forced myself into a hospital wheelchair despite the blinding pain radiating through my spine.
I absolutely refused to lay helplessly in a bed while that monster had my child.
Just as Walter opened the door to push my wheelchair out, my cell phone vibrated violently.
I received an anonymous text message containing a single encrypted video link.
I tapped the screen with trembling fingers and watched the live feed load.
The video showed a dark, damp basement illuminated by a single flickering lightbulb.
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Ethan was tied securely to a heavy metal chair in the center of the room.
His face was bruised and bleeding, but he was very much alive.
