My daughter’s husband beat her bloody, threw her out in the middle of the night, and told her no one would believe her because her father was “nobody.” Hours later, he opened his front door expecting her to crawl back and beg, but instead he found me standing there with an old baseball bat and a question that wiped the arrogance from his face.

Warren stared at the screen, his polished demeanor completely shattering.

He grabbed a walkie-talkie from his desk and shouted at his security chief.

"Check the basement immediately!" Warren screamed in panic.

A voice crackled back over the radio a few seconds later.

"Sir, the basement is flooded with natural gas," the guard coughed.

Warren looked back at me through the camera lens.

"You are a madman," Warren whispered, genuine fear leaking into his voice.

"A father," I corrected him.

"Where is the car?" I asked again, tightening my grip on the detonator.

"The old limestone quarry on the edge of town," Warren blurted out quickly.

"Daniel is backing it off the cliff right now."

I did not wait to hear another word.

I swung my baseball bat at the electronic lock mechanism on the steel door.

The plastic cover shattered, exposing a mess of wires.

The woman in the wig finally panicked and lunged at me.

I sidestepped her attack and pushed her hard against the steel wall.

She slumped down, dazed.

I smashed the bat into the exposed wires until sparks flew and the heavy lock disengaged.

I kicked the door open and sprinted down the hallway.

Alarms were blaring loudly throughout the entire compound.

Armed guards were running frantically, completely ignoring me in their panic over the gas leak.

I reached the utility stairs and scrambled down.

I slid through the drainage pipe and emerged back into the freezing woods.

I ran through the trees faster than I had ever run in my life.

My lungs burned, and my legs felt like lead, but I pushed through the pain.

I reached my truck, threw it into gear, and spun the tires in the mud.

The limestone quarry was a five-minute drive if I took the dirt backroads.

I pressed the remote detonator in my hand as I sped away.

A massive shockwave shook the ground beneath my tires.

I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a pillar of fire erupt from the Voss estate.

The mountain glowed bright orange against the night sky.

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I threw the detonator out the window and focused on the road ahead.

If Daniel had already pushed that car into the deep water, none of this would matter.

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