Chapter 9 - The Monday Morning Bank
The police arrived ten minutes later. The sirens cut through the dying thunderstorm, a welcome sound after the nightmare in the cellar.
Michael was arrested and loaded into an ambulance, handcuffed to the gurney. He didn’t look at Gabriel as they wheeled him away. He just stared blankly at the sky, his mind finally breaking under the weight of his own monstrous lies.
Vanessa was arrested in the driveway, sobbing as the officers read her her rights. Victor and his men were taken away in body bags.
By dawn, the mansion was quiet.
I sat in the massive kitchen, watching as Lucy ate a warm bowl of oatmeal Mrs. Donnelly had prepared. The girl was freshly showered, wearing one of Gabriel’s oversized t-shirts. She looked exhausted, but the terror in her eyes had been replaced by a quiet, cautious peace.
Buddy slept soundly under her chair, his head resting on her bare foot.
Gabriel sat beside her, never taking his eyes off her, as if afraid she might vanish into smoke.
“Mr. Santoro,” I said softly, setting a mug of coffee in front of him. “You should sleep.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again, Helen,” he said, managing a weak smile. He looked up at me. “You saved her life. You saved all of us.”
“I just threw a chair, sir.”
“You protected my family,” he corrected firmly.
At 8:00 AM sharp, a police escort drove Gabriel, Lucy, and me to the First National Bank downtown. Gabriel insisted I come. He said I was part of this now.
In the private viewing room, the bank manager handed Gabriel a small metal lockbox. Gabriel used the brass key we’d found in Buddy’s collar.
The lock clicked.
Inside the box were two things: a thick stack of legal documents, and a letter addressed to Gabriel in Elena’s handwriting.
Gabriel opened the letter with trembling hands. He read it silently, tears spilling onto the parchment. When he finished, he handed it to me.
My dearest Gabriel,
If you are reading this, I am gone. The cancer has spread, and I don't have much time. But I have uncovered the truth about your brother. Michael has been embezzling from the legal businesses for years. He plans to frame you and take the entire empire. The documents in this box are the proof. I hid this key in Buddy's collar because I knew Michael would never touch that dog. Protect our daughter. Leave this life. Be the good man I know you are. I love you.
Gabriel wiped his eyes. He looked at the stack of documents.
“Michael didn’t just want to keep Lucy because he was obsessed,” Gabriel realized, his voice hardening. “He needed leverage. If I ever found out he was stealing, he was going to use her against me.”
Gabriel picked up the documents and handed them to the security chief.
“Give these to the FBI,” Gabriel ordered.
The chief blinked. “Sir? This will expose the entire syndicate. You’ll lose everything.”
Gabriel looked at Lucy, who was smiling as she scratched Buddy behind the ears.
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“No,” Gabriel said softly. “I already have everything.”
TITLE: The Found Family
