Chapter 3 - The Hostage in the Closet
Evelyn swung the heavy iron poker directly at my head with terrifying speed.
I ducked just in time, allowing the metal weapon to smash violently into the wooden closet door.
I grabbed her wrist and easily disarmed her, pinning her forcefully against the bedroom wall.
I pressed the cold barrel of my pistol under her chin and demanded to know why she abandoned my child in the rain.
Evelyn burst into uncontrollable tears and frantically swore she had absolutely no idea what I was talking about.
She screamed that she only went out to the dumpsters because someone had sent her a terrifying blackmail text message.
She claimed the anonymous message instructed her to retrieve a package from the trash or her family would be murdered.
I stared into her terrified eyes and asked her why she didn't just tell me the truth.
Evelyn sobbed uncontrollably and pointed a shaking finger toward the locked master bathroom.
She whispered that the blackmailer was already inside our house waiting to execute the threat.
I slowly backed away from her and aimed my weapon directly at the closed bathroom door.
I kicked the wooden door open with all of my strength and leveled my gun at the shower.
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There was no blackmailer hiding inside the luxurious marble bathroom.
Instead, I found my trusted housekeeper, Mrs. Harlow, bound to the plumbing fixtures with her throat completely slit.
