Part16 : MY NINETEEN-YEAR-OLD GRANDSON

The metal door slammed shut.

For a moment, there was only darkness.

Caleb grabbed my hand.

“Grandma, stay behind me.”

The man stood several feet away.

He wasn’t holding a weapon.

That somehow made him more frightening.

“Who are you?” I demanded.

“My name is Victor.”

“Victor what?”

He smiled.

“Your husband knew me as Mr. Hale.”

The name meant nothing to me.

But Caleb suddenly whispered:

“Grandpa’s old accountant.”

Victor nodded.

“Very good.”

I stared at him.

“You worked with my husband?”

“I worked for him.”

“Then why are you here?”

“To finish what he started.”

Caleb stepped forward.

“You’re the one who moved the money.”

Victor laughed softly.

“No. Your grandfather moved the money.”

“Then why are you trying to get it?”

“Because it was never his money.”

I tightened my grip on the wooden box.

“Whose was it?”

Victor’s expression changed.

“The people your husband stole from.”

I shook my head.

“My husband wasn’t a thief.”

Victor looked at me sadly.

“You really believed that?”

“Yes.”

“Then you’ve spent twenty years believing a beautiful lie.”

I wanted to scream at him.

But something stopped me.

Because there was fear in his eyes.

Not confidence.

Fear.

“Who are you afraid of?” I asked.

Victor went silent.

Caleb looked at me.

“Grandma…”

I raised my hand.

“No. Let him answer.”

Victor looked toward the ceiling.

Then he whispered:

“Arthur isn’t the man you should be afraid of.”

I felt a chill.

“Who is?”

Before he could answer, footsteps sounded above us.

Several people.

Victor’s face went pale.

“They found us.”

“Who?”

He looked directly at me.

“The people your husband stole from.”

A loud bang shook the door.

Caleb grabbed my arm.

“We need to leave.”

Victor pointed toward the back wall.

“There.”

I saw a narrow opening hidden behind a metal shelf.

“Where does it lead?”

“Outside.”

We ran.

Victor pulled the shelf aside.

A small passage appeared.

Caleb went first.

I followed.

Victor came behind us.

We crawled through the narrow tunnel until we reached another door.

Victor opened it.

Cold night air hit my face.

We emerged behind the warehouse.

Police lights flashed in the distance.

I thought we were safe.

Then Victor stopped.

“Don’t go to the police.”

I turned.

“Why?”

“Because one of them is working for Arthur.”

I stared at him.

“Which one?”

“I don’t know.”

“Then how do you know?”

“Because I’ve been watching them.”

Before I could ask another question, a gunshot cracked through the night.

Victor fell.

Caleb screamed.

I dropped beside him.

“Victor!”

He was breathing.

Blood stained his shirt.

“Grandma, we have to go!”

We ran toward the police vehicles.

An officer saw us and rushed over.

“Get down!”

More shots echoed.

The officer pulled us behind a vehicle.

“Where’s the suspect?”

I pointed toward the warehouse.

“He was shot.”

“Who shot him?”

“I don’t know.”

The officer looked toward the building.

Then his radio crackled.

“Unit three, stand down.”

He froze.

“What?”

The radio repeated:

“Stand down. Do not pursue.”

The officer looked at me.

His face had changed.

“Who gave that order?” I asked.

He didn’t answer.

Then his radio crackled again.

This time, the voice was clear.

“Target has the card. Recover it immediately.”

The officer slowly looked at me.

Then at the wooden box in my hands.

I finally understood.

They weren’t trying to arrest me.

They were trying to take the evidence.

And the people chasing us weren’t just outside the law.

Some of them were hiding inside it.

I held the box against my chest.

Caleb looked at me.

“Grandma, what do we do?”

I looked toward the dark road ahead.

Then I remembered my husband’s final words.

Trust yourself, Evelyn.

So I made a decision.

“We disappear.”

And for the first time in my life, I ran from the people who were supposed to protect me.

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