Chapter 3: The Locked Room Upstairs
Nathan didn't realize he had stopped breathing.
The veterinary clinic suddenly felt much smaller, as though the walls had inched closer.
Dr. Samuel Harris studied Nathan's expression before speaking again.
"I never gave her the medication."
Nathan blinked.
"You refused?"
The elderly veterinarian nodded.
"I told her tranquilizers weren't something I could hand out simply because someone wanted a pet to sleep through a party."
Nathan's jaw tightened.
"What did she say?"
Dr. Harris looked toward the window, searching his memory.
"She smiled."
"A very polite smile."
"Then she said she would 'find another solution.'"
Those four words echoed inside Nathan's mind.
Another solution.
He thanked Dr. Harris and left without another word.
The summer air outside should have felt warm.
Instead, a chill settled over him.
For months, he had mourned Max.
Now, every comforting memory Eleanor had offered felt poisoned.
Back at Whitmore Manor, everything looked exactly as it always had.
Gardeners trimmed hedges.
Servants polished silverware.
The fountain sparkled beneath the afternoon sun.
It was a beautiful prison built on routine.
Nathan parked his car but didn't enter through the front doors.
Instead, he walked around the eastern wing where the household staff usually gathered during lunch.
Maria was there.
She nearly dropped the tray she was carrying when she saw him.
"Mr. Whitmore..."
"We need to talk."
Her face immediately drained of color.
"Not here."
Nathan nodded.
"Five minutes."
"The greenhouse."
She hesitated.
Then quietly whispered,
"Yes."
The abandoned greenhouse stood hidden behind climbing ivy.
Most of the glass panels were cracked.
Wildflowers had claimed the floor where expensive orchids once grew.
Nathan arrived first.
Exactly five minutes later, Maria stepped inside.
She looked over both shoulders before closing the rusted door.
"I shouldn't be here."
"You know something."
Maria closed her eyes.
"I know too much."
Nathan removed the dog tag from his pocket.
"You recognized this yesterday."
She nodded.
"I cleaned it."
Nathan frowned.
"What?"
"The day before Max disappeared."
Nathan's heartbeat quickened.
"He was bleeding."
Maria looked away.
"There was blood on his collar."
"Just a little."
"I thought he had fought another dog."
Nathan stared at her.
"Eleanor told me he cut himself on the garden fence."
Nathan whispered,
"She never told me he was injured."
Maria nodded silently.
"She said it wasn't worth worrying you."
Nathan felt another piece of his marriage crumble.
"What happened after that?"
Maria hesitated.
Then spoke so softly Nathan almost missed it.
"I saw her take Max into the old storage building."
"The one behind the greenhouse."
Nathan looked toward the small stone building only thirty yards away.
It had remained locked for years.
He had never questioned why.
"What happened inside?"
Maria shook her head.
"I don't know."
"But..."
She swallowed.
"...I heard him crying."
Nathan's stomach twisted.
"How long?"
"A few minutes."
"Then..."
She couldn't finish.
Nathan gently asked,
"Then what?"
Maria's voice broke.
"Silence."
Nathan walked directly toward the old storage building.
A heavy iron padlock secured the wooden door.
Rust covered the hinges.
It looked untouched.
Yet something bothered him.
The lock itself...
Was new.
Less than a year old.
Someone had replaced it recently.
Nathan searched his pockets.
No key.
He returned to the main house.
"James."
The elderly butler appeared almost immediately.
"Yes, sir?"
"Who has the key to the old storage building?"
James looked confused.
"I believe Mrs. Whitmore does."
"Only Eleanor?"
"Yes, sir."
Nathan forced a smile.
"I'll ask her later."
James nodded and left.
Nathan stood alone in the hallway.
Why would Eleanor keep the only key?
That evening, dinner was unusually quiet.
Nathan watched Eleanor carefully.
She noticed.
"You've barely spoken all day."
"Busy."
"Thinking."
She smiled.
"You've always thought too much."
Nathan returned the smile.
"And you've always hidden things well."
For the first time...
Her fork stopped moving.
Only for a second.
Then she laughed.
"Is this about Max again?"
Nathan met her eyes.
"Should it be?"
She calmly sipped her wine.
"I know losing him hurt you."
"But grief becomes unhealthy when it turns into obsession."
Nathan almost admired how naturally she spoke.
Every sentence sounded caring.
Every word encouraged him to doubt himself.
If he didn't already know about the veterinarian...
He might have believed her.
Around midnight...
Nathan quietly left their bedroom.
Eleanor appeared asleep.
Or so he thought.
He slipped downstairs and entered his private office.
From an old safe hidden behind a bookshelf, he removed a small toolkit.
Twenty minutes later...
He stood once again before the storage building.
The moon hid behind drifting clouds.
Rain threatened in the distance.
The new padlock resisted at first.
Finally...
Click.
The lock opened.
Nathan slowly pushed the wooden door inward.
A stale odor drifted out.
Dust.
Old wood.
Something else.
Something metallic.
He switched on his flashlight.
The beam swept across forgotten furniture covered by white sheets.
Broken flowerpots.
Empty paint cans.
Boxes stacked to the ceiling.
Nothing unusual.
Until...
The light reached the far corner.
There...
A thick chain hung from the wall.
Nathan froze.
It wasn't stored neatly.
It had been bolted permanently into the concrete.
At the end of the chain...
A broken leather collar.
Blue.
His hands began trembling.
Max's collar.
The leather still carried faint bite marks from the day Max had chewed it as a puppy.
Nathan slowly knelt.
The chain wasn't designed to secure tools.
It was installed to restrain something alive.
He reached toward the collar.
Then noticed scratches.
Deep claw marks covering the concrete floor.
Hundreds of them.
As if a terrified animal had desperately tried to escape.
Nathan's throat tightened.
"No..."
He whispered the word to the empty room.
Then his flashlight revealed something even worse.
Tiny strands of golden fur.
Still trapped between cracks in the concrete.
Max had been here.
Suddenly...
A floorboard creaked behind him.
Nathan spun around.
No one.
Only darkness beyond the open doorway.
His pulse raced.
"Who's there?"
Silence.
Then...
Footsteps.
Running.
Nathan rushed outside.
A shadow disappeared into the trees.
"Tina!"
A frightened scream echoed.
The youngest housemaid stumbled onto the garden path.
She looked horrified.
"Mr. Whitmore..."
Nathan hurried toward her.
"What happened?"
Tina's hands shook uncontrollably.
"I..."
"I was bringing cleaning supplies."
"I saw someone."
"Who?"
She stared toward the mansion.
Then whispered,
"I think..."
"It was Mrs. Whitmore."
Nathan frowned.
"Think?"
Tina nodded.
"She was standing outside the storage building."
"Watching you."
Nathan slowly turned.
The path behind him was empty.
No one stood there now.
Only the gentle wind moving through the trees.
Nathan locked the building again exactly as he had found it.
He slipped Max's collar into his jacket.
As he walked back toward the mansion, one question consumed his thoughts.
If Eleanor had chained Max inside that room...
Why?
What had the loyal dog seen...
That made someone decide he could never be allowed outside again?
Nathan had no answer.
But somewhere upstairs, behind one of the mansion's closed bedroom doors...
Eleanor Whitmore opened her eyes.
She had never been asleep.
And in the darkness, she quietly picked up her phone.
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She sent a single text message.
"He opened the storage room. Move everything before sunrise."
