Chapter 8 - FIVE MINUTES
The nearest fire door dropped fast.
Ethan threw his shoulder beneath it, slowing the descent long enough for me and Eleanor to crawl under. He rolled through a second before the steel slammed against the floor.
Victor remained on the other side with the memory card.
“Four minutes!” Ethan shouted.
We ran through a maze of storage rooms, searching for another route into the furnace wing. Dust shook from the ceiling as demolition machines moved outside.
Eleanor knew the old layout.
“There is a control passage behind the testing lab.”
“You worked here?” I asked.
“I wrote the contracts that protected Victor.”
“At least you admit it now.”
She flinched but kept moving.
In the testing lab, rows of cracked ventilator shells sat beneath plastic covers. Each machine represented a hospital that had trusted our name.
Ethan found inspection reports hidden in a cabinet. Every report had been changed after the original engineer refused to approve the cheaper valves.
“What happened to the engineer?” he asked.
Eleanor looked toward a locked door.
Inside, we found a desk, a cot, and old chains bolted to the wall.
My stomach turned.
“Victor kept him here,” Eleanor whispered. “For two days. He forced him to sign.”
“Where is he now?”
“He disappeared.”
A weak knock sounded beneath the floor.
Ethan pulled up a maintenance panel.
A man lay in the narrow service pit, wrists tied, face bruised but conscious.
It was the former engineer, Samuel Price.
Victor had kidnapped him again to prevent testimony.
“Police,” Samuel whispered. “I called them before he took my phone.”
A distant crash shook the building.
Three minutes.
We freed Samuel and followed the control passage toward the furnace. Victor was pouring fuel across boxes of records.
He saw us and lifted the memory card.
“One more step and it burns.”
Eleanor raised the gun.
Victor laughed. “You never had the courage.”
She lowered it.
He was right about one thing: guilt had trained her to obey him.
I stepped forward.
“My mother had courage.”
Victor’s smile disappeared.
“She was foolish.”
“No. She frightened you because she was stronger than you.”
He moved toward me.
Ethan tackled him again, and Eleanor threw the gun aside. Samuel struck the emergency fuel cutoff. The furnace flame dropped.
The memory card fell between two metal grates.
I reached down, but Victor grabbed my ankle.
The demolition countdown announced sixty seconds.
Ethan pulled Victor away.
Eleanor looked toward the main exit, then toward the memory card.
For the first time in twenty-seven years, she made a choice that did not protect herself.
She climbed over the grate.
“I can reach it.”
The floor beneath her cracked.
I caught her hand.
Below us, darkness opened through the collapsing metal.
“Do not let go,” she gasped.
Sirens screamed outside.
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The final countdown began.
She Came Back
