Chapter 5 5

The Kaufman estate in the Hamptons wasn't a home; it was a fortress of grey stone and cold ambition. High walls, cameras every ten feet, and a gate that looked like it could stop a tank.

The convoy swept through the entrance. Rain lashed against the windows.

As the SUV stopped, the front doors of the manor burst open. The head butler, a man who usually looked like he was carved from granite, ran out into the rain.

"Dr. Sterling!" he shouted. "It's Alistair! He's crashing! Hematemesis!"

Sterling's face went white. She grabbed her bag and sprinted toward the house, leaving Barron and the security team behind.

Two bodyguards hauled Barron into a wheelchair. He slumped over, drool glistening at the corner of his mouth, playing the part perfectly. But under his lashes, his eyes were sharp, scanning the perimeter.

Kaela stepped out of the car. No one looked at her. She was the luggage.

She stood in the rain, listening. Hematemesis. Vomiting blood.

She remembered the file Onyx had sent her. Alistair Kaufman. Suspected poisoning. The only thing holding the family trust together.

If the old man died tonight, Barron-the "invalid"-would be declared incompetent by the board tomorrow. The assets would be stripped. Her marriage contract would be worthless.

No deal.

Kaela tightened her grip on her bag and followed the commotion inside.

She slipped through the grand foyer, unnoticed in the chaos, trailing the medical team up the marble staircase.

The master bedroom smelled of death. Copper and rot. Kaela noted the room was designed as a Faraday cage; no signals in or out. No cameras. A true dead zone.

Alistair Kaufman, the lion of Wall Street, lay on a massive four-poster bed. His skin was the color of old parchment. Dark blood stained the silk sheets.

Sterling was frantic. "BP is dropping! 60 over 40! Get the crash cart! Prep for intubation!"

Kaela stood in the doorway. She saw the black veins tracking up the old man's neck.

"Intubation will kill him," she said. Her voice cut through the panic like a scalpel. "His lungs are full of necrotic fluid. The pressure will burst the alveoli."

The room went silent. Sterling spun around.

"Who let her in?" she screamed. "Get out! Security!"

Two guards moved toward Kaela.

Kaela didn't back down. She looked past them, straight at Barron, who had been wheeled into the corner of the room.

She locked eyes with him. Do you want him dead?

Barron's face remained slack, but his right index finger tapped the armrest of his wheelchair. Twice.

The head of security, a man named Graves who had served Barron for ten years, saw the signal. He stepped in front of the other guards.

"Wait," Graves said. "Let her speak."

"Are you insane?" Sterling shrieked. "She's a hillbilly! She's high on meth for all we know!"

Kaela walked to the bed. She pulled back Alistair's eyelids. "Pinpoint pupils. Black gum line. This isn't heart failure. It's 'Black Mamba' neurotoxin cocktail."

She reached into her boot and pulled out a folding knife. The blade was silver, dull-looking, but razor sharp.

"She's got a weapon!" Sterling yelled. "Call the police!"

Kaela ignored her. She grabbed Alistair's foot. "I need to drain the pressure from the meridian points before the heart stops."

Sterling lunged at her.

CRASH.

A Ming vase shattered against the wall.

Everyone jumped.

Barron was thrashing in his chair, making guttural, animalistic noises. He swung his arms wildy, knocking over a table.

"Out!" he roared, the word slurred but intelligible. "Get... OUT!"

Graves moved instantly. "Mr. Kaufman is having an episode! Clear the room! Everyone out!"

He grabbed Sterling by the arm. "But the patient-"

"Out!" Graves shoved the doctor and the nurses into the hall. He looked at Kaela, then at Barron, and closed the heavy oak doors, sealing them inside.

The room fell silent, save for the beep of the monitor.

Kaela looked at Barron. He stopped thrashing. He sat up straight, wiped his mouth, and looked at her with terrifying intensity.

"Save him," Barron said. His voice was deep, clear, and commanded absolute obedience.

Kaela didn't blink. "Pass me a towel."