Chapter 4
The legal notice, REVOCATION OF ARCHIVE ACCESS. IMMEDIATE EFFECT., felt colder than the encrypted data stick still burning in Mara’s palm. Adrian Sloane’s message was clear: she was no longer merely an inconvenience. She was a target. The estate’s official countdown timer, a stark digital 06:07:58 on her phone’s lock screen, pulsed like a bruise. Six hours, seven minutes, fifty-eight seconds until Lena’s legal disappearance would transfer everything to Adrian’s control. Every tick was a hammer blow against her dwindling options, a relentless drumbeat pushing her toward a precipice.
She retreated to a rarely used study in a forgotten wing of the Vale estate, a space that smelled of old paper and disuse. Here, the Wi-Fi was spotty, and the security cameras were rumored to be blind spots, relics of a time before the estate became a fortress of surveillance. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of late afternoon light cutting through a grimy window, illuminating the neglect. This was her sanctuary, however temporary