Chapter 7 - The Ledger Behind the Wall
Vincent moved first.
His weapon was in his hand before I fully understood what was happening.
“Don’t.”
Gabriel Vale raised both hands.
He wore no coat despite the rain outside.
No visible weapon.
No fear.
Alexander stood.
“You have exactly five seconds to explain how you entered my house.”
Gabriel smiled.
“I entered this house before you were old enough to lock doors.”
“Four.”
“Your father built the west tunnel in 1998.”
“Three.”
“Sebastian designed it.”
Vincent’s expression changed.
Gabriel looked toward him.
“Hello, cousin.”
Vincent’s grip tightened.
“You’re supposed to be dead.”
“So are many useful people.”
Alexander stepped between them.
“Did you poison me?”
Gabriel’s smile vanished.
“No.”
“Did you threaten Julian’s daughter?”
“No.”
“Did you kidnap Keller?”
“No.”
“Then why are you here?”
“To stop the person who did.”
Nobody believed him.
I certainly didn’t.
Gabriel reached slowly into his shirt pocket.
Vincent aimed directly at his chest.
Gabriel removed a small brass key.
“Margaret Bennett gave this to my mother twenty years ago.”
My breath caught.
“My mother knew Elena?”
“Yes.”
He placed the key on the floor and stepped backward.
“She knew all of us.”
Alexander picked it up.
“What does it open?”
“A ledger.”
“What ledger?”
“The one your father spent the last decade of his life searching for.”
Gabriel looked toward me.
“And the reason Claire was brought into this house.”
“I applied for this job.”
“You were selected from three hundred applicants.”
I stared at Eleanor.
She looked equally confused.
“Who selected me?”
Gabriel’s expression darkened.
“My father.”
“Sebastian is dead.”
“No.”
Silence.
Vincent lowered his weapon half an inch.
“What did you say?”
Gabriel looked at him.
“Sebastian Vale is alive.”
Vincent laughed.
Not because anything was funny.
Because sometimes shock sounded like disbelief.
“I saw his body.”
“You saw a closed coffin.”
“I identified him at the hospital.”
“You identified a burned man wearing his ring.”
Vincent’s face drained of color.
Alexander asked the important question.
“Where is Sebastian?”
“I don’t know.”
Gabriel’s confidence finally cracked.
“That’s why I came here.”
According to Gabriel, Sebastian had spent decades stealing from the Romanos while building a hidden financial network.
When Vittorio discovered part of it, Sebastian staged Gabriel’s death and sent him overseas.
But Gabriel eventually learned the truth.
Sebastian wasn’t protecting him.
He was grooming him to inherit everything once Alexander and Julian were removed.
“I wanted no part of it.”
Alexander laughed coldly.
“You expect me to believe a man declared dead for fifteen years walked into my house to rescue me from his father?”
“No.”
Gabriel met his eyes.
“I expect Claire to decide.”
“Why me?”
“Because Margaret trusted my mother.”
He pointed to the brass key.
“And because she left you the truth.”
The key opened a compartment none of us knew existed.
Not at the estate.
Inside my mother’s old copy of The Count of Monte Cristo.
The spine contained a narrow metal lock.
Vincent drove back to the storage unit under heavy security.
He returned before midnight.
Inside the hollow book was a tiny leather ledger.
The handwriting belonged to Sebastian Vale.
Names.
Dates.
Payments.
Judges.
Business executives.
Police officers.
Contractors.
Most entries were old.
The final pages were different.
They contained children’s initials and birth dates.
A.R.
J.R.
G.V.
Then another.
C.B.
My initials.
Claire Bennett.
Beside my name was a handwritten note.
Margaret knows too much. Child may become leverage.
I stopped breathing.
Alexander closed the ledger.
Hard.
“Claire.”
“I’m fine.”
“You’re shaking.”
“My mother spent twenty years protecting me from this man.”
“And she succeeded.”
“Until I walked into his house.”
Alexander looked at me.
“No. He brought you here.”
The horrifying possibility became obvious.
Sebastian had influenced the hiring process.
But why?
Gabriel answered.
“Because he believed Margaret gave Claire something before she died.”
“What?”
“The final account key.”
Vincent frowned.
“What account?”
“A reserve fund Vittorio created after discovering the theft.”
“How much?”
Gabriel looked at Alexander.
“Nearly four hundred million dollars.”
Julian nearly dropped his glass.
“That seems worth mentioning.”
“It isn’t ordinary money,” Gabriel said. “Vittorio transferred assets belonging to legitimate Romano companies into a protected trust. Sebastian believes the credentials are hidden somewhere in Margaret’s evidence.”
Alexander looked at me.
“Did your mother leave you anything unusual?”
I thought.
Jewelry.
Books.
A small apartment.
A safe-deposit box containing family photographs.
And one ridiculous item.
“A music box.”
“What?”
“She gave me a music box before she died. She made me promise never to sell it.”
Gabriel became still.
“What does it look like?”
“Dark wood. Brass stars on the lid.”
His face changed.
“Where is it?”
“My apartment.”
Alexander immediately ordered Vincent to retrieve it.
The apartment was empty when they arrived.
The door wasn’t broken.
The lock hadn’t been forced.
Nothing else appeared disturbed.
But the music box was gone.
On my kitchen table sat an envelope.
Inside was a photograph taken less than twenty-four hours earlier.
Me sitting beside Alexander’s bed.
My hand holding his.
My face close to his while I confessed I loved him.
Someone had been watching.
On the back, one sentence was written.
I heard you too.
Alexander read it twice.
Then looked toward the bedroom camera.
“Someone recorded Claire that night.”
Vincent checked the system.
The footage had been deleted.
But not before being copied to an external device.
Alexander’s face became colder than I had ever seen it.
Gabriel watched him carefully.
“This is what Sebastian does.”
“What?”
“He finds the person you care about most.”
His eyes moved toward me.
“Then he uses them to make you stupid.”
Alexander didn’t deny that I mattered.
He simply said, “Then he’s going to discover I’m very difficult to manipulate.”
My phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
A video call.
Alexander shook his head.
“Don’t answer.”
It rang again.
Then a text arrived.
Want to see Dr. Keller alive?
Vincent traced the number.
Impossible.
Encrypted relay.
Alexander nodded once.
“Answer.”
I did.
The screen showed Dr. Keller tied to a chair.
Beside him stood a frightened teenage girl.
His daughter.
Then the camera turned.
Sebastian Vale appeared.
Older than the photographs.
White hair.
Sharp eyes.
Very much alive.
“Hello, Claire.”
My stomach twisted.
“You knew my mother.”
Sebastian smiled.
“I knew Margaret better than you can imagine.”
Alexander stepped into view.
Sebastian’s smile widened.
“Alexander.”
“Release Keller and the girl.”
“You sound remarkably healthy for a dying man.”
“You sound remarkably alive for a dead one.”
Sebastian chuckled.
“Your father used to say the same thing when I surprised him.”
Alexander’s eyes went cold.
“What do you want?”
“The music box.”
“You already stole it.”
“No.”
Sebastian’s smile vanished.
“Someone else did.”
That silenced everyone.
For the first time, Sebastian looked genuinely concerned.
“There are two games being played inside your house, Alexander.”
“Meaning?”
“Someone learned my plan and decided to steal it.”
“Who?”
“I was hoping you could tell me.”
Then Keller screamed something from behind him.
The sound was muffled.
But I understood two words.
“Not Gabriel!”
The call ended.
We all turned toward Gabriel.
But he was gone.
The west tunnel door stood open.
On the table where he had been standing sat one final object.
My missing music box.
And beneath it was a note.
Claire, your mother told you the answer when you were a child.
May you like
Remember the song.
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