Chapter 2 - THE MAN WHO CONTROLLED THE CAMERAS
Victor reached the elevator before the doors closed.
He wedged one hand between them and forced them apart.
The car was empty.
A ceiling panel hung open above the light.
Dante had climbed into the service shaft.
Victor looked at two guards.
“Seal the building.”
“No vehicle leaves.”
“No phone call gets out.”
The guards ran.
Lucien Montigue adjusted his cuff links as if a fugitive security chief were a minor inconvenience.
“This is becoming theatrical,” he said.
Victor turned slowly.
“Your daughter’s voice is on a recording threatening my son.”
“My daughter was trying to discipline a difficult child.”
Lily stared at him in disbelief.
“A fourteen-month-old baby?”
Lucien looked at Lily for the first time.
His eyes were pale, elegant, and empty.
“Miss Carter, people in your position often confuse access with importance.”
Victor stepped between them.
“Do not speak to her.”
Lucien’s expression sharpened.
“You are defending a servant over the woman you planned to marry on Saturday.”
“I am defending the only person who tried to reach my son while your daughter stood over him.”
Serena began to cry.
This time, the tears looked real.
“Victor, I loved Ethan.”
Lily heard the past tense.
Victor heard it too.
His face changed.
Serena corrected herself quickly.
“I love him.”
Victor handed the recorder to his attorney, Julian Cross.
“Make three copies.”
“Encrypt them.”
“Send one to the judge who signed my custody order after Elena died.”
Julian hesitated.
“Victor, that may trigger a child welfare investigation.”
“It should.”
Lucien laughed once.
“You think the state will leave a child in the home of Victor Blackwood after hearing that recording?”
Victor’s eyes did not leave Serena.
“If the state is safer than my home, then my home has already failed him.”
The words seemed to cost him more than any threat ever had.
Dr. Hale led Lily into an examination room.
She found bruising along Lily’s abdomen and a cracked rib, but no internal bleeding.
“You were lucky,” the doctor said.
“Ethan was not.”
“No.”
Dr. Hale studied Lily’s face.
“Why did you stay?”
Lily stared at the white wall.
Because Elena had asked her to.
Because three days before her fatal car crash, Ethan’s mother had mailed Lily a letter that said only one thing.
If anything happens to me, protect my son from the woman in white.
Lily had not known who the woman in white was until Serena arrived at the mansion wearing ivory silk and Victor’s engagement ring.
She had taken the nanny position under her mother’s maiden name.
She had watched.
She had waited.
And every day she waited, Ethan had paid the price.
“I thought I needed proof,” Lily said.
Dr. Hale’s gaze remained steady.
“Proof is valuable.”
“So is time.”
Lily looked down.
“I know.”
A nurse entered carrying Lily’s dress and shoes.
“There is a detective asking for you,” she said.
Victor appeared in the doorway behind her.
“No police interview without counsel.”
Lily stiffened.
“I do not need your attorney.”
“You need someone who understands how Lucien Montigue uses law enforcement.”
“I understand enough.”
Victor stepped inside and closed the door.
The room felt smaller with him in it.
“You told me you tried to see me,” he said.
“I did.”
“When?”
“Six weeks ago.”
“What did you tell Dante?”
“That I had concerns about Serena and Ethan.”
“Exact words.”
Lily remembered the security office, Dante’s polished desk, and the smile that never reached his eyes.
“I said I believed someone was entering the nursery after midnight.”
“I said Ethan had unexplained bruises.”
“I asked for a meeting with you.”
“And he said?”
“He said you had already reviewed my complaints.”
“He said you considered them hysterical.”
Victor’s mouth tightened.
“I never heard your name.”
“That was the point.”
He looked toward the door.
“Dante has been with me for eighteen years.”
“Then he has had eighteen years to learn where you are blind.”
Victor’s eyes returned to her.
Most people would have apologized for the insult.
Lily did not.
A knock sounded.
Julian entered with a tablet.
“We have a problem.”
Victor took the tablet.
Security footage showed Lily entering the nursery at 2:13 that afternoon.
She stood beside Ethan’s crib.
She placed something under the mattress.
Then she looked directly at the camera and covered it with a cloth.
At 2:22, Serena entered.
At 2:25, the footage cut to static.
When the image returned twelve minutes later, Ethan was crying and Lily was holding him.
Victor watched the clip twice.
Lily felt a sick wave move through her.
“I did not cover the camera.”
Julian paused the image.
“That is your face.”
“It is my body.”
“It is my dress.”
“But the time is wrong.”
Victor looked at her.
“How do you know?”
“At 2:13, I was in the kitchen with Rosa preparing Ethan’s bottles.”
Julian’s expression was grim.
“Rosa says she was alone.”
Lily stared at him.
“That is impossible.”
“She signed a written statement ten minutes ago.”
Victor said nothing.
Lily pushed past him and walked into the hall.
Rosa stood at the far end between two security men.
Her face was swollen from crying.
“Rosa,” Lily called.
Rosa would not look at her.
“Tell them where I was.”
Rosa’s lips trembled.
“I am sorry.”
“Tell them.”
Rosa finally raised her eyes.
“You were not with me.”
Lily stopped walking.
Rosa’s voice broke.
“You told me you were going upstairs to teach Miss Serena a lesson.”
“That never happened.”
Rosa began to sob.
“You said Mr. Blackwood loved Ethan more than anything.”
“You said if the baby got hurt, he would blame Miss Serena.”
Lily felt every face in the hallway turn toward her.
Serena stood beside her father with one hand over her mouth.
Behind the gesture, she was smiling.
Victor approached Rosa.
“Why did you tell Lily the cameras went dark when Serena entered the nursery?”
Rosa looked confused.
“I never said that.”
Lily’s pulse hammered.
“She told me in the car.”
Rosa shook her head.
“No.”
“She asked me who controlled the cameras.”
“She kept saying Mr. Russo would help her fix the footage.”
Victor turned toward Lily.
The distrust in his face cut deeper than Serena’s heel.
“You believe this?” Lily asked.
“I believe someone built a lie before I entered that foyer.”
“And you think it was me?”
“I think Dante vanished after your recording named an unknown man.”
“I think the camera shows you concealing something in my son’s bed.”
“I think Rosa has just placed you in the nursery.”
“And I think Serena had her foot on my body while Ethan’s arm was broken.”
Victor’s voice hardened.
“That is the only fact keeping you out of a locked room.”
Detective Owen Bell arrived with two uniformed officers.
He was thick-necked, tired-eyed, and far too familiar with Lucien Montigue.
Lucien greeted him by first name.
Lily noticed.
Victor noticed her noticing.
Bell took statements from everyone except Victor, who refused to answer without his attorney.
When Bell asked Lily for the recorder, Julian said it had already been copied.
Bell’s face tightened.
“That is evidence.”
“It is also the only reason a witness may survive the night,” Julian replied.
Bell looked at Lily.
“Are you afraid for your safety?”
Lily looked at Serena.
“Yes.”
“From Miss Montigue?”
“From anyone who needs me to stop talking.”
Bell smiled without warmth.
“That sounds dramatic.”
“So did a broken baby until the scans came back.”
Bell’s smile vanished.
Dr. Hale requested that Ethan remain overnight.
Victor ordered an entire floor cleared and placed his own guards at every entrance.
Serena was forbidden from seeing the child.
Lucien threatened injunctions, press conferences, and political investigations.
Victor ignored him.
At midnight, Julian took Lily to a secure apartment above an old Blackwood-owned restaurant.
Two guards remained outside.
Lily checked the locks twice.
She sat on the edge of the bed and replayed everything.
Rosa’s fear.
The altered footage.
Dante’s disappearance.
Serena’s confidence.
There was only one explanation.
Someone had known Lily was collecting evidence.
Someone had prepared to turn every piece of that evidence against her.
Her phone vibrated.
The number was blocked.
She answered without speaking.
Rosa’s voice came through in a whisper.
“I had to lie.”
Lily stood.
“Where are you?”
“They have my daughter.”
“Who?”
“I do not know.”
“A man called and played a recording of Sofia crying.”
“He said she would be returned if I blamed you.”
Lily gripped the phone.
“Tell Victor.”
“I cannot.”
“You have to.”
A door slammed on Rosa’s end.
She gasped.
Then another voice came onto the line.
A man spoke calmly.
“Miss Carter.”
Lily recognized the voice from the nursery recording.
“You should have let the baby cry.”
The line went dead.
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At the same moment, the lights in Lily’s apartment went out.
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