[Jake’s POV]
Aldridge Lodge sat two hours outside the city, buried at the end of a private road lined with black trees and old stone walls.
It was not a lodge in the comfortable sense. There were no warm windows, no charming smoke from the chimney, no lazy porch lights waiting for family to return. The house rose from the dark like a mory that had learned to hate being disturbed. Gray stone. Steep roof. Narrow windows. A place built by n who believed wealth should look cold enough to discourage questions.
Darius drove.
He had not asked if I was sure. That was one of the things I liked about him. Darius did not waste ti arguing after a decision had already beco a direction. He simply checked his weapon, checked the road, checked the mirrors, and made the silence feel less empty by occupying it properly.
Claire was not in the car.
That had taken effort.
She had wanted to co. Of course she had. She had stood in the operations room with her hand still tight around my arm and that look on her face, the one that made anger feel like fear wearing better clothes. But we needed her at Apex Tower with Evelyn and Victoria. We needed the Pike approach ready by morning. We needed Nia and Cassandra tracing the signature from the inside. We needed soone who could think when I stopped pretending this was only strategy.
So Claire stayed.
She hated for it.
Or maybe she did not.
Sotis those two things looked the sa on her.
My phone buzzed once.
Claire.
**Do not enter without checking the periter.**
A second later, another ssage followed.
**And do not make a joke about saying that.**
I looked at the screen.
Darius glanced over. "Claire?"
"Yes."
"What did she say?"
"That I should behave."
"Good advice."
"Everyone is very wise tonight."
"Except you."
I looked at him.
He kept driving.
The road narrowed as we approached the property. Nia had found old satellite images while we were still in the elevator. Aldridge Lodge had once belonged to Sofia’s father, used for hunting weekends, political retreats, and private negotiations where nobody wanted caras nearby. After Sofia took control of the company, she shut it down. No staff. No events. No maintenance beyond the minimum required to keep the roof from collapsing and the taxes from becoming annoying.
Inactive for years.
Until tonight.
The key ping had co from here.
Once.
Then nothing.
That was the kind of silence that usually ant soone wanted us to hear it.
Darius killed the headlights half a mile from the gate.
The SUV rolled forward under the moonlight, tires whispering over wet gravel. The property wall appeared through the trees, moss-covered and high enough to look decorative while still aning stay out. The iron gate at the entrance was closed.
Not locked.
Darius stopped the car.
"That is bad," he said.
"Because it should be locked?"
"Because it wants us to notice it is not."
I opened the door and stepped out into the cold.
The air slled like damp leaves, old stone, and rain that had not yet decided whether to fall. Sowhere in the trees, branches moved with a soft scraping sound. The lodge stood beyond the gate, mostly dark, except for one narrow light burning in an upper window.
One light.
A signal, then.
Or bait.
The System appeared.
**[Ding!]**
**[Mission Objective Active!]**
**Objective: Investigate Aldridge Lodge.]**
**Warning: High-risk location.]**
**Reward: Sofia Status Fragnt.]**
**Penalty: Severe if mission is abandoned.]**
Still no joke.
I hated that.
Darius moved beside , weapon low but ready. "We do periter first."
"I was about to say that."
"No, you weren’t."
"I might have."
"You were looking at the window like an idiot in a horror movie."
"That is hurtful."
"That is accurate."
He went first.
We moved along the wall instead of through the gate, following the line of trees where the shadows were thicker. Darius checked the ground, the caras, the gate wiring, the slope of the road. I watched the house. It watched back with that single lit window.
Around the east side, we found the first body.
Not dead.
Unconscious.
A man in a dark jacket lay half-hidden near the hedge, one arm twisted beneath him. Darius crouched, checked his pulse, then lifted the man’s collar enough to reveal a small earpiece and a blank security badge.
"Isabella’s?" I asked.
"Maybe."
"Or Sofia’s?"
Darius looked at the man’s face. "This one was watching the house. Soone dropped him."
That changed the shape.
We were not the first people here tonight.
Darius searched him quickly. No wallet. No phone. One pistol. Two spare magazines. A plastic access card with no markings.
He handed the card.
I turned it under the moonlight. "Useful?"
"Trap."
"Everything is a trap."
He stood. "Then stop collecting them."
We kept moving.
On the south side of the lodge, the back door stood open.
Not wide. Just enough for darkness to breathe through it.
Darius stopped with one hand against my chest.
I did not argue.
That was growth, apparently.
He entered first, silent for a man built like bad news. I followed two steps behind him, careful where I placed my feet. The kitchen inside slled stale, dust and old wood, with the faint tallic bite of recently disturbed air. Nothing cooked here. Nothing lived here. But soone had passed through recently. The floor showed it. Thin trails through dust. One set heavy. One set smaller. A third dragged slightly.
My chest tightened.
Darius saw it too.
"Do not decide what it ans yet," he said.
"I didn’t say anything."
"You breathed wrong."
"I have been getting reviews on my breathing all week."
He ignored that and moved toward the hallway.
The lodge was colder inside than outside. Old portraits lined the walls, Aldridge n in hunting coats, Aldridge won in pearls, dead faces painted to look permanent. Sofia’s family had built a museum to itself and called it a ho. I understood, suddenly, why she had shut it down.
A place like this did not rember you.
It judged whether you belonged to its mory.
We reached the main hall.
The light upstairs glowed beneath a closed door.
Darius pointed to the stairs, then to himself, then to . Stay behind.
I nodded.
We climbed.
Halfway up, my phone vibrated.
Nia.
I answered quietly.
"You’re inside, aren’t you?" she said.
"No."
"Jake."
"Define inside."
"I hate you."
"That has been said."
Her voice tightened. "Listen. The ping ca from the second floor, west study. But sothing else is wrong. The device that triggered the signature did not stay connected long enough to transmit full data. It woke, signed, and died."
"Died?"
"Either destroyed or physically disconnected."
I looked toward the upstairs hallway.
The lit room was west.
"Anything else?"
Cassandra’s soft voice ca through faintly behind Nia. "Tell him the timing."
Nia exhaled. "The signature was generated thirty minutes after Margot left the Winter Table."
"That we knew."
"No. The device woke three seconds before the ssage about Sofia was left in the fake room."
I stopped.
Darius looked back at .
"So the ssage and the signature were linked," I said.
"Yes," Nia replied. "Soone wanted you to chase both."
"Or wanted us to connect them."
"That is not comforting."
"No."
Cassandra spoke again, clearer this ti. "Jake, be careful. The lodge may not be where Sofia is. It may be where soone wants you to feel her absence."
That was worse than a trap.
That was theatre.
I lowered the phone. "West study."
Darius nodded once.
We moved down the hall.
The door at the end was not locked.
Darius pushed it open with the barrel of his gun.
The study inside was lit by a single desk lamp. Books lined the walls. A cold fireplace sat beneath a portrait of Sofia’s father, stern and broad-faced, looking down at the room like he had been waiting to disapprove of us personally. The desk in the center of the room was old, dark, and clean except for three things.
A laptop.
A white glove.
And a photograph.
I did not move at first.
Darius entered, checked the corners, then lowered his weapon slightly. "Clear."
I walked to the desk.
The laptop screen was cracked. Dead. A thin sll of burnt plastic rose from the keyboard. Soone had fried it recently. The glove lay beside it, white silk, folded neatly. Not Margot’s black gloves. Different ssage. Different hand.
Then I looked at the photograph.
Sofia.
It was recent.
Not from a press event. Not from an old file. She sat in a chair near a window, dressed in a pale blouse, hair pinned back, face calm in the way Sofia’s face beca calm when she was furious and refusing to show pain. There was no visible blood. No obvious bruise. But her left wrist rested on the arm of the chair, and around it was a thin black restraint.
My hand closed around the edge of the desk.
Darius said nothing.
That was rcy.
On the back of the photograph, soone had written one sentence in clean black ink.
**She still signs beautifully.**
For a mont, all the air left the room.
The System appeared.
**[Ding!]**
**[Sofia Status Fragnt Acquired.]**
**Status: Alive.]**
**Condition: Restrained.]**
**Location: Unknown.]**
**Mission Updated!]**
**Objective: Find the room where Sofia is being held.]**
**Warning: Emotional instability detected.]**
I stared at the word alive.
Alive.
It should have helped.
It did, in the way oxygen helped a drowning man who had already swallowed water.
Darius stepped closer. "Jake."
I put the photograph down carefully.
Too carefully.
If I held it longer, I might break sothing.
"Bag everything," I said.
My voice sounded calm.
That scared more than anger would have.
Darius watched for another second, then pulled a small evidence pouch from his coat. "We leave now."
"No."
"Yes."
I turned toward him.
He did not move.
"The person who left this wanted you upstairs," he said. "Wanted you to see it. Wanted you angry. We do not give them the second part."
A floorboard creaked below us.
Both of us froze.
Darius lifted his gun.
Another creak.
Then a voice from the hallway downstairs, male, amused, and unfamiliar.
"Mr. Hart?"
Darius moved to the door.
I took the photograph and slipped it inside my jacket.
The voice called again.
"You found the little gift. Good. She hoped you would."
My blood went cold.
Darius looked at .
I looked toward the dark stairwell.
"Who are you?" I called.
A pause.
Then the man laughed softly.
"No one important. Just a ssenger."
"From Isabella?"
"No."
The answer ca too quickly.
Too cleanly.
"From Sofia," he said.
The house seed to go still around us.
Darius mouthed one word.
Lie.
Maybe.
Probably.
But Sofia was alive.
And sowhere in the dark below, soone had co to make sure I knew it.
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