ONE ROOF
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Bellhaven House was the kind of place people purchased when they wanted to disappear without sacrificing comfort.
The two-storey stone residence stood behind iron gates overlooking Lake Michigan. Woods surrounded three sides of the property, while the fourth opened toward a narrow stretch of private shoreline.
It was beautiful.
It was also isolated enough to make an attack difficult to witness.
I studied the house through the SUV window while my security chief, Nathan Cole, inspected the gate.
“Elena will hate this,” I said.
She sat beside Lily in the second vehicle and had already objected to the gated entrance, the private road and the absence of nearby houses.
Nathan returned to my window. “The gate system is operational, but its access log was erased this morning.”
“Entirely?”
“The last thirty days are gone.”
“Can you recover them?”
“I’ll have a technician examine the local drive.”
“Not anyone connected to Vale Hospitality.”
Nathan looked at me. He had worked for my family for eleven years and rarely questioned direct instructions.
“May I ask why?”
“No.”
He nodded. “I’ll use an independent contractor.”
The gates opened.
Both vehicles followed the curved driveway toward the house.
Elena exited before the engine stopped. She lifted Lily’s carrier herself and surveyed the property with an expression usually reserved for hostile witnesses.
“This is too exposed,” she said.
“There are no surrounding buildings.”
“That is what exposed means.”
“It also means fewer access points from neighbouring properties.”
“And more time for help to arrive.”
Nathan approached us. Elena immediately shifted Lily farther from him.
“This is Nathan Cole, my head of security,” I said.
“I know who he is.”
Nathan’s eyebrows rose slightly.
Elena continued, “Former military police, eleven years employed by Vale, no publicly listed disciplinary actions and two civil complaints involving excessive force. Both settled without admission of liability.”
Nathan looked at me. “She researched me.”
“She researches everyone.”
“I research people you intend to place near Lily,” Elena corrected.
Nathan appeared almost impressed. “The court-approved plan requires independent screening. I have no objection.”
Her shoulders relaxed by a fraction.
I looked at him.
He knew exactly what he was doing.
The front door opened with one of the keys Rachel had provided. No alarm sounded.
“That’s encouraging,” Elena said.
“The system may not be armed.”
“Or someone is already inside.”
Nathan entered first with two members of his team. We waited on the front steps until they cleared every room.
The interior was warmer than I expected. Nora had chosen soft cream walls, dark wooden floors and furniture built for comfort instead of appearance. Family photographs lined the shelves.
Most showed Nora, Daniel and Lily.
Several included Elena.
None included Victor.
The kitchen had been stocked with formula, baby food, bottled water and enough dry goods for several weeks. Dates written on the containers showed that Nora had arranged the deliveries before the crash.
“She knew,” Elena whispered.
I followed her gaze toward a handwritten feeding schedule attached to the refrigerator.
“Nora expected something to happen.”
“She hoped she was wrong.”
Lily reached for the paper.
Elena moved it beyond her grasp and carried her upstairs.
I checked the ground-floor office while Nathan examined the alarm panel. Nora had left two desks facing opposite walls. A locking file cabinet stood between them.
On the first desk was a printed label bearing Elena’s name.
The second had mine.
Nora had anticipated our hostility in extraordinary detail.
“Elena,” I called.
She appeared in the doorway with Lily balanced against one hip.
“You need to see this.”
She examined the desks. “At least she didn’t expect us to share one.”
“There are encrypted laptops in the cabinet.”
“Don’t touch them.”
“I wasn’t going to.”
“You were looking at the lock.”
“I look at things before deciding what to do with them.”
“That must be how you became a billionaire.”
“It contributed.”
She stared at me for a second, uncertain whether I was serious.
Then Lily pulled a strand of her hair.
Elena winced. “We need to choose rooms.”
The second floor contained four bedrooms. One had been converted into a nursery, complete with a crib, changing table and rocking chair. A smaller bedroom connected to it through an internal door.
Elena claimed that room immediately.
I selected the bedroom across the hallway.
“You should take the room beside the nursery,” she said.
“You already did.”
“There are two doors. If someone enters from the corridor, you’re farther away.”
“Nathan will install a guard downstairs.”
“We agreed that no guard enters the family area without both our approval.”
“He’ll remain near the entrance.”
“That still puts one of your employees inside the house overnight.”
I looked toward Lily, who had begun pulling herself upright against the crib rail.
“Then I’ll take the room beside the nursery.”
Elena’s eyes narrowed. “You agreed quickly.”
“You presented a logical security concern.”
“I’m not accustomed to you recognising those.”
“I’m learning.”
The admission seemed to unsettle her more than another argument would have.
We spent the next hour establishing household rules.
No employee entered without being announced.
Neither of us removed Lily from the property without informing the other.
Medical decisions required consultation unless an emergency made delay dangerous.
We would not discuss the old Vale investigation in front of Lily, even if she was too young to understand the words.
Neither guardian entered the other’s bedroom or private workspace without permission.
I added one more.
“No media.”
Elena nodded. “And no company photographers.”
“I don’t employ photographers to follow me at home.”
“You employed one to document a charity breakfast.”
“That was a public event.”
“With children.”
“With signed parental consent.”
She wrote the rule anyway.
By early evening, Lily had explored every safe corner of the living room on her hands and knees. Pip travelled with her, dragged by one leg.
Elena prepared dinner while I joined Nathan at the alarm panel.
“The system was installed by a company called Argus Residential,” he said. “I can’t find an active business registration.”
“Shell company?”
“Possibly. The hardware is more sophisticated than the brand suggests.”
“Disconnect external access.”
“I can disable the internet connection, but the court requires a functioning nursery monitor.”
“Replace it.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes.”
Elena appeared behind us. “Replace what?”
“The nursery camera.”
“Why?”
“The current security provider doesn’t exist in any public registry.”
She looked toward the stairs.
“Could someone access it remotely?”
“I don’t know.”
“That means yes.”
“It means we verify before making claims.”
Her expression hardened at the familiar wording.
I regretted it immediately.
Before I could correct myself, Lily cried upstairs.
Elena ran.
I followed close behind.
We entered the nursery together. Lily had pulled herself upright inside the crib and was crying toward the doorway.
Nothing appeared disturbed.
Elena lifted her.
“What happened, sweetheart?”
A tiny green light glowed beneath the nursery camera mounted above the window.
Nathan entered and stopped.
“Did you activate that?” I asked.
“No.”
He checked the local monitor on the dresser.
The screen remained dark.
Elena held Lily tightly. “Then why is the camera on?”
My phone vibrated.
A security notification appeared from the Bellhaven network.
REMOTE VIEWING SESSION ACTIVE.
Nathan disconnected the camera from the wall, but the green light remained on for two more seconds before fading.
I opened the access details.
The session had not originated from Bellhaven House.
An unidentified remote account had been watching Lily’s nursery.
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