Chapter 10 - ONE TWIN MISSING
The private jet disappeared into cloud before police reached the runway.
Airport staff insisted the aircraft had filed a flight plan for Montreal under the registration of a medical transport company.
The pilot had received clearance minutes earlier after reporting an infant passenger requiring specialized care.
By the time federal authorities contacted Canadian aviation officials, the transponder had changed codes and the flight vanished from civilian tracking.
Daniel stood beside the runway with Oliver wrapped inside his coat.
He could still feel the warm weight of one child while the other moved farther beyond his reach.
The contradiction was unbearable.
He kissed Oliver’s hair and handed him to Claire, who had arrived with a pediatric nurse and a court-approved security team.
“Take him back to St. Matthew’s,” Daniel said.
“Keep him near Lucas.”
Claire held his gaze.
“Bring Grace home.”
Emily monitored the tag.
The signal flickered every few seconds, showing altitude and direction.
Then, twenty-six miles north of the airstrip, it stopped moving.
The last reading placed it above a stretch of forest with no airport.
“The tag is no longer on the plane,” Ortiz said.
Daniel pictured it thrown into darkness.
“Can we search the area?”
“State police are already moving.
But Marcus may have removed it before takeoff and attached it to a drone or another vehicle.”
The entire airfield operation could have been a decoy.
At 12:37 a.m., a patrol officer found Victoria walking barefoot along a county road six miles from Willowmere.
Her burgundy dress was torn at one shoulder, mud covered her legs, and one side of her face was swollen.
She carried no phone, money, or identification.
She told the officer that Marcus attacked her, took Grace, and left her at the marina.
Daniel watched her interview through one-way glass at the county station.
Victoria sat beneath a fluorescent light with a blanket around her shoulders.
Without makeup and certainty, she looked younger and more frightened, but Daniel no longer trusted any expression she offered.
Ortiz entered the interview room.
“Start at the mansion.”
Victoria asked for a lawyer.
Ortiz placed photographs of the tied linens, the travel documents, and Oliver’s empty crib on the table.
“A lawyer is on the way.
A one-year-old child is missing now.”
Victoria’s eyes moved to Grace’s photograph.
“Marcus said we would take the twins together.”
“You planned to flee.”
“Yes.”
The admission surprised everyone behind the glass.
“Why?”
Ortiz asked.
“Because Daniel was going to discover the accounts.
Richard said we had one week before the quarterly review exposed everything.”
Daniel’s hands closed into fists.
Victoria continued.
“The guardianship would remove Daniel from the company.
The trust would give us enough voting power to secure Marcus as chief executive.
We were supposed to take the children to Switzerland until the legal process was complete.”
“You tied Emily to the bed.”
Victoria looked down.
“She refused to give me the document number from her mother’s letter.”
“She did not know she was the protector yet.”
“She knew her mother had something.
I thought she was lying.”
“You struck her.”
Victoria’s mouth tightened.
“I lost control.”
Daniel nearly entered the room.
Rachel stopped him.
Ortiz asked, “Why leave Oliver at Willowmere?”
“Marcus changed the plan.
He said one child was enough to force the signature and easier to move.
I told him we were not separating them.
He hit me, took Grace, and pushed me out of the boat at the marina.”
“Where was he going?”
“He mentioned the jet, but he knew police would track it.
He prepared three routes.
Canada, Iceland, and a cargo vessel from Newark.”
“Which route did he choose?”
“I do not know.”
Ortiz leaned closer.
“Then give me something useful.”
Victoria closed her eyes.
“I put a second tracker in the diaper bag.”
Daniel had not known there was another.
Victoria explained that Marcus had begun making plans without her.
She suspected he would abandon her after gaining control, so she hid a coin-sized tag inside the lining of Grace’s bag.
The tag connected to an account under a false name.
She gave Ortiz the login.
The second tracker was stationary.
Its location was not Canada, Iceland, or Newark.
It was beneath Cole Meridian headquarters.
Federal agents surrounded the building before dawn.
Marcus had officially left the office hours earlier, and his home was empty.
The tracker signal came from two levels below the parking garage, in a space not shown on public blueprints.
Daniel knew the old headquarters had service tunnels, but the modern tower was supposed to end at the mechanical level.
Nora met them at a secure entrance.
She had been fired after copying the biometric records, but she still possessed a physical key to the original executive elevator.
“Richard insisted on a private crisis center when the tower was built,” she said.
“I thought it was never completed.”
The elevator panel had no button below B4.
Nora pressed the emergency call button, held her key to the sensor, and entered Margaret’s birth date.
A hidden symbol appeared.
The car descended.
Daniel, Ortiz, Emily, and four agents entered a concrete corridor lined with air filters and independent power conduits.
The underground level included a conference room, sleeping quarters, a medical suite, and a communications center capable of operating without the building network.
Monitors displayed security feeds from the mansion, the hospital, and the Willowmere property.
The Cole house had not merely watched them.
It had been part of a private surveillance system Richard could access from beneath the company.
A baby cried behind a closed door.
Daniel moved before Ortiz could stop him.
He opened the room and found a temporary nursery lit by a single lamp.
Grace lay inside a portable crib, red-faced and furious but physically unharmed.
A woman in a nurse’s uniform stood beside her with both hands raised.
“I was told this was a protected family relocation,” the woman said.
“I did not know she was abducted.”
Daniel lifted Grace.
Her cries stopped against his shoulder.
He closed his eyes and felt her heart racing beneath the pajamas.
“Daddy is here.”
She smelled of unfamiliar soap and the lavender lotion Emily never used because it irritated Oliver’s skin.
Daniel checked behind her ears, beneath her sleeves, and along the carrier straps with hands that would not stop trembling.
Grace responded by gripping his collar and making the soft impatient noise she used when she wanted him to walk.
He paced the small hidden nursery until her breathing slowed.
Every step felt like a promise that no locked room, legal order, or forged name would make him stop searching for her again.
Emily stood beside him with tears on her face.
“She knew your voice.”
Daniel kissed Grace’s forehead.
“I was afraid she would not.”
Emily checked the baby for visible injury while agents secured the nurse.
Grace’s diaper bag sat beneath the crib, confirming the tracker.
Marcus had placed her underground while the jet carried the first tag north.
Ortiz found a warming bottle and a schedule showing a planned departure at six through a service tunnel to the river.
Marcus intended to move Grace after authorities chased the decoy plane.
Daniel wanted to take his daughter upstairs immediately.
Then a monitor in the communications room activated.
Marcus appeared live from another part of the bunker.
“You found her,” he said.
Daniel held Grace tighter.
“It is over.”
“For you, perhaps.”
Agents traced the internal feed.
Marcus was moving through the eastern service tunnel with a black case.
He had accessed the bunker less than ten minutes earlier, likely through the river entrance, and retrieved evidence or money before triggering the camera.
Ortiz ordered two teams into the tunnels.
Marcus looked at Daniel through the screen.
“Ask your father why Margaret chose a nurse over her own husband.”
“I will ask you when they bring you back.”
Marcus smiled sadly.
“You still believe capture creates truth.”
The feed changed to old security footage.
Ethan Harper appeared in the underground conference room two years earlier.
He sat at the table with blood on his collar and one arm in a sling.
The timestamp was eleven hours after the highway crash that supposedly killed him instantly.
Emily made a broken sound.
In the video, Richard entered and placed the blue model train on the table.
“Where is the copy?”
Richard asked.
Ethan looked directly toward the hidden camera.
“With someone you will never control.”
Marcus stepped into view behind Richard.
The recording ended.
Daniel turned toward Emily, but she was staring at the black screen as if her husband might return.
Ortiz’s radio crackled.
Agents had located Marcus near the river exit.
A struggle followed, then the transmission dissolved into static.
Minutes later, an agent reported that Marcus escaped in a maintenance boat.
He left the black case behind.
Inside were passports, cash, and the silicone facial appliance used to imitate Daniel in the threatening video.
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The forged passport was not there.
Instead, beneath the cash lay Ethan Harper’s wedding ring.
