Chapter 10 - The Deal at Platform NineThe old freight station had been abandoned for eighteen years.
Its roof was broken, its platforms were covered in weeds, and the railway tracks had rusted into long brown scars. The city had planned to demolish it twice, but corruption, disputed ownership, and a lawsuit had kept the property standing.
Calvin had chosen the location carefully.
It was isolated enough to hide a dozen armed men and close enough to the river that a body could disappear before sunrise.
I arrived at 11:53 p.m.
The wooden key was in my pocket.
The ledger remained in a locked case inside Theo's vehicle, two streets away.
I had brought no visible weapon.
That did not mean I was unarmed.
“I'm here,” I called into the darkness.
A light flickered above Platform Nine.
Calvin stepped forward.
He wore a charcoal overcoat and leather gloves, with the same silver ring on his right hand. Behind him stood six men. Two carried rifles. The rest held their hands inside their jackets.
Maya sat on a bench beside a concrete pillar.
Ellie stood next to her.
The little girl looked pale and exhausted, but she was alive.
I felt the relief so violently that I nearly forgot where I was.
“Ellie.”
Her eyes widened.
“Sebastian!”
One of Calvin's men grabbed her shoulder.
I stopped.
Calvin smiled.
“You see? That's the problem with attachment. It makes a sensible man careless.”
“Let them go.”
“First, the key.”
I took it from my pocket.
Calvin's eyes followed the movement.
“Put it on the ground.”
I did.
“Kick it toward me.”
I obeyed.
He bent to pick it up, examining the wheat symbol.
“So simple,” he murmured. “Eleven years of searching, and the answer was carried around by a child.”
“Now let them go.”
“Where's the ledger?”
“Somewhere you won't find it.”
Calvin sighed.
“You sound exactly like your father.”
“I'll take that as an insult.”
“You should.”
He walked toward me.
“Your father was a weak man. He believed he could steal from the life he built and then walk away clean. He thought a few charitable projects and a guilty conscience would erase decades of blood.”
“He was trying to change.”
“He was trying to save himself.”
Calvin stopped a few feet away.
“And your mother? She was worse. She believed that because she had a kind heart, she could stand between monsters and their victims without becoming one herself.”
His smile sharpened.
“They both died because they couldn't accept what the world really was.”
Maya struggled against the rope around her wrists.
“Clara didn't die because of the world,” she shouted. “She died because of you!”
Calvin turned toward her.
“Yes,” he said casually. “Your sister was a nuisance.”
Ellie began to cry.
I took one step forward.
Calvin raised his hand, and the man behind Ellie drew a gun.
I stopped again.
“The ledger,” Calvin said. “And the recording. You bring them to me, and the women leave.”
“You'll kill them anyway.”
“Possibly.”
“Then why should I trust you?”
“Because you have no choice.”
A metallic click sounded from somewhere above us.
Calvin glanced upward.
It was a mistake.
The station lights exploded into brightness.
Floodlights mounted on the surrounding buildings illuminated the platforms. The faint rumble of engines rose from the road beyond the station.
Theo's team emerged from both ends of the platform.
“Police!” a voice shouted through a loudspeaker.
Several of Calvin's men raised their weapons.
Everything happened at once.
Gunfire shattered the glass in the station office. Men dove behind pillars. A rifle clattered across the tracks.
I lunged toward Ellie.
Calvin grabbed Maya and dragged her backward, pressing a pistol against her side.
“Stop!”
I froze halfway across the platform.
His face twisted with fury.
“You should have come alone!”
“You should have checked whether I was stupid.”
Calvin fired toward the floodlights.
One shattered, plunging half the platform into darkness.
Theo tackled the nearest gunman.
A second man grabbed Ellie, but she bit his hand hard enough to make him scream. She twisted free and ran toward me.
I caught her and pulled her behind the concrete pillar.
“Where's Maya?” she cried.
I looked through the smoke.
Calvin was dragging Maya toward a waiting vehicle.
I raised my weapon, but he had positioned her directly in front of him.
One wrong shot would kill her.
Then I heard Maya shout.
“Sebastian! The key!”
Calvin looked down at his gloved hand.
She drove her heel into his knee.
The wooden key fell onto the tracks.
For one glorious second, Calvin lost control.
I moved.
But before I could reach him, a figure emerged from the dark beside the station office.
Adrian Vale.
Alive.
He aimed his gun at Calvin.
Calvin stared at him in disbelief.
“You're supposed to be dead.”
Adrian's expression was empty.
“So are you.”
Then he fired.
The shot struck Calvin in the shoulder.
Calvin staggered backward, releasing Maya. Theo's men rushed forward.
But in the chaos, another gunshot rang out.
Adrian dropped to his knees.
Blood spread across his shirt.
He looked directly at me.
And with his final strength, he pointed toward a black car speeding away from the station.
“Not Calvin,” he gasped.
His eyes filled with terror.
“Look at the driver.”
The car disappeared into the darkness.
Adrian seized my sleeve.
“The person who ordered everything is still alive.”
He swallowed hard.
“And he has Ellie on the birth records.”
Then his hand went limp.
I looked toward Maya.
She was holding Ellie, sobbing into the child's red coat.
Calvin lay on the platform, surrounded by armed men.
For the first time in eleven years, I believed the man responsible for my parents' deaths might finally be caught.
Then Theo returned, holding up a small device found inside Adrian's coat.
It was a voice recorder.
He pressed PLAY.
A man's voice filled the platform.
A voice I had known since childhood.
My father's closest friend.
My family's oldest adviser.
A man I had believed was dead for six years.
“If the girl is found, bring her to me. She's my daughter.”
Maya went completely still.
Then she whispered the name.
“Victor Rourke.”
My uncle.
My father's younger brother.
The man who had attended both my parents' funerals, comforted me as a grieving teenager, and helped me inherit the empire.
May you like
The man who had taught me how to recognize a liar.
And who had apparently spent six years lying to me.
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