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The brass doorknob rattled, twisting violently back and forth as heavy, frantic breathing scraped against the wood from the hallway. / Chapter 1 / 8

Chapter 1 - THE TURN OF THE KNOB

The brass doorknob rattled, twisting violently back and forth as heavy, frantic breathing scraped against the wood from the hallway.

"Open this door right now!" Julian’s voice barked, losing all its polished, rehearsed composure. "What are you doing in there? Why is the shower running? Chloe, get the master key!"

My mother’s face drained of what little color remained. She grabbed my arm, her fingernails digging into my skin with terrifying strength born pure adrenaline. "Elena, no! They’ll—they’ll kill you! They have guns in the study, I swear it, they keep them for 'protection'—"

"Shh," I whispered, keeping my voice absolute, level, and ice-cold.

I didn't blink. I didn't panic. The panic belonged to Julian and Chloe now. They just didn't know it yet.

On the other side of the line, Judge Thorne’s voice crackled through my phone's speaker at a low volume. "Assistant Attorney General Vance? I heard that commotion. Are you compromised?"

"Not at all, Judge," I replied smoothly, staring straight at the locked door. "I am currently standing in a private residence observing severe felony elder abuse, financial fraud, kidnapping, and coercion. I am requesting an immediate dispatch of state troopers and an emergency warrant for asset freezing and physical extraction under state code 44-B."

"Granted," Judge Thorne said, his tone turning granite-sharp. "The warrant is live. State Police tactical unit is three minutes out. Hold your position, Counsel."

Click.

The line went dead just as the heavy thud of a shoulder slammed against the bathroom door. The wood groaned, splinters flying from the frame as Julian threw his entire weight against it a second time.

"Elena! Open this door or I swear to God I'll kick it off its hinges!" Julian roared.

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