BENEATH HIS SECRET

THE HIDDEN DOOR

11:21 PM.

Amara stared at the clock on Adrian's phone.

They had thirty-nine minutes.

Thirty-nine minutes to find Room 312.

Thirty-nine minutes to uncover whatever secret her mother had spent years trying to protect.

And, most importantly, thirty-nine minutes before someone expected them to fail.

Adrian slipped the black key into his pocket.

"We're leaving."

Elena immediately shook her head.

"No."

Adrian looked at her.

"You can't stay here alone."

"I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about Room 312."

"What about it?"

Elena's voice dropped.

"Your father never called it Room 312."

Adrian frowned.

"What did he call it?"

"Storage."

Amara looked confused.

"Storage?"

Elena nodded.

"There was a storage room in the old Blackwood warehouse. Your father used to send documents there. Nobody was allowed inside."

Adrian stared at her.

"Where is the warehouse?"

"East side of the city."

"How do you know?"

"Because I went there with your father once."

Adrian's expression changed.

"You knew my father?"

Elena looked away.

"I knew both of your parents."

Amara stared at her sister.

"How many secrets have you been keeping from me?"

Elena didn't answer.

Adrian walked toward the door.

"We'll talk about everything later."

He looked at Amara.

"Right now, we need answers."

They hurried downstairs.

Outside, the mansion was unusually quiet.

The security guards were still missing.

Adrian unlocked his car.

Before Amara could enter, Elena grabbed her hand.

"Amara."

She turned.

"Yes?"

"Don't trust anyone."

Amara frowned.

"Even Adrian?"

Elena looked at Adrian.

Then back at her.

"Especially people who have something to lose."

Adrian heard her.

His expression remained unreadable.

"Get in the car."

They drove into the night.

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The warehouse stood at the edge of the city, surrounded by abandoned buildings and overgrown weeds.

Adrian parked several meters away.

The place looked deserted.

Amara stared at the building.

"Are you sure this is it?"

"Yes."

They stepped out.

The warehouse doors were locked.

Adrian took out the black key.

He tried it.

Nothing.

He tried again.

Still nothing.

Amara looked around.

"Maybe it's not the door."

Adrian glanced at her.

"What?"

"The key has 312 on it. Maybe it doesn't open a door numbered 312."

She pointed toward the building.

"Maybe it opens something inside."

Adrian considered it.

They entered through a broken side entrance.

Inside, the warehouse was filled with old furniture, boxes, and abandoned equipment.

Their footsteps echoed through the darkness.

Adrian turned on his flashlight.

"Storage rooms are usually at the back."

They walked deeper inside.

Amara noticed a row of metal lockers.

Each locker had a number.

309.

310.

311.

She stopped.

"Adrian."

He turned.

Three lockers remained ahead.

312.

Amara's heart began pounding.

Adrian walked toward it.

The locker had no handle.

Only a small keyhole.

He inserted the key.

Click.

The door opened.

Inside was a small black box.

Adrian took it out.

There was a note attached.

Amara read it aloud.

For the person who finally finds this.

Adrian opened the box.

Inside was another photograph.

Amara picked it up.

Her mother's face stared back at her.

But this time, she wasn't alone.

Standing beside her was Daniel Cross.

And between them was Adrian's father.

All three looked serious.

On the back of the photograph was a date.

Three days before the disappearance.

Amara looked at Adrian.

"Your father knew Daniel was stealing from him."

Adrian studied the photograph.

"Then why was he standing beside him?"

A second piece of paper was beneath the photograph.

Adrian unfolded it.

His eyes moved across the page.

"What?"

Amara asked.

He handed it to her.

It was a list of names.

At the bottom was one name circled in red.

Claire Bennett.

Amara's mother.

Underneath it were four words:

SHE KNOWS EVERYTHING.

Amara's hands began trembling.

"My mother wasn't just investigating them."

Adrian nodded slowly.

"She was involved."

"No."

Amara shook her head.

"Mom wouldn't do that."

"That's not what I meant."

He pointed at the document.

"She knew about them. She may have been trying to expose them."

Amara looked at the photograph again.

Then she noticed something.

A small mark had been drawn in the corner.

A triangle.

She remembered seeing it before.

On the blue file.

"Adrian."

He looked at the photograph.

"The symbol."

He nodded.

"It's the same one."

A noise suddenly came from behind them.

Both turned.

Someone was standing at the entrance.

Amara's heart jumped.

The figure stepped into the light.

Adrian immediately moved in front of her.

"Who are you?"

The person removed their hood.

Amara froze.

"Daniel?"

Daniel Cross stood before them.

Older than in the photographs, but unmistakable.

Adrian's face hardened.

"You."

Daniel raised both hands.

"I'm not here to hurt you."

Adrian didn't move.

"Then why are you here?"

Daniel looked at Amara.

"Because your mother asked me to find you."

Amara stared at him.

"My mother is dead."

"I know."

"Then why would she ask you?"

Daniel took a breath.

"Because she knew she wasn't going to survive."

Silence.

Amara stepped forward.

"What happened to her?"

Daniel looked at Adrian.

"Your father and Claire discovered the truth."

"What truth?"

Daniel's face became serious.

"Someone inside both families was selling their secrets."

Adrian's jaw tightened.

"Who?"

Daniel shook his head.

"I can't tell you here."

"Then where?"

Daniel looked toward the warehouse entrance.

"We're out of time."

Amara glanced at the clock.

11:52 PM.

Eight minutes remained.

Daniel stepped closer.

"The person who sent you here knew you would find this locker."

Adrian looked at him.

"How?"

"Because they were the one who created it."

Amara's stomach dropped.

"Who?"

Daniel looked directly at her.

"The person you trust most."

Before anyone could respond, the warehouse lights suddenly came on.

A loud metallic sound echoed from the entrance.

The doors locked.

Daniel's expression changed.

"We need to move."

Adrian grabbed Amara's hand and pulled her toward the back of the warehouse.

"Where?"

Daniel pointed toward a narrow corridor.

"There's another exit."

They ran.

Behind them, footsteps echoed through the warehouse.

Someone else had entered.

Amara looked back.

A shadow appeared at the far end of the corridor.

Then a voice echoed through the darkness.

"Amara."

She stopped.

She knew that voice.

It was someone she trusted.

Someone she never expected to hear there.

Adrian looked at her.

"Who is that?"

Amara couldn't answer.

The voice came again.

"Come back."

And suddenly, Amara realized that Elena's warning had never been about Adrian.

It had been about someone much closer to home.