Chapter 6 - MIDNIGHT FLIGHT
Adrian didn't wait. He sprinted downstairs to the servants' quarters. Hannah was frantically packing a duffel bag, tears streaming down her face. Maisie was clutching a stuffed bear.
"We have to leave," Adrian said, breathless. "Nolan knows we have the box. He killed your husband to tie up loose ends, and he will kill us too."
"Where do we go?" Hannah sobbed. "He has the police in his pocket. He has everyone!"
"Not everyone," Adrian said grimly. "We go to the one place he won't look."
They slipped out through the estate's old underground wine cellar doors, avoiding the front gates where black SUVs were already pulling up. Adrian led them through the pouring rain into the dense woods behind the property, carrying Maisie in his arms. The little girl buried her face in his shoulder.
"Is the blue lady coming?" she whispered.
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"She's watching over us," Adrian promised, feeling a surge of protective instinct he hadn't felt in six years. They reached the secondary access road where Adrian kept an old, unregistered vintage Mustang under a tarp. They piled in and sped into the night just as flashlights began sweeping the woods behind them.
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