CHAPTER 22 THE CALL FROM HARBOR HOUSE
Nora had been missing for seven hours when the call came.
The number appeared blocked.
Ortiz activated the recording equipment before I answered.
A man spoke.
“You opened the locker.”
“Where is Nora?”
“She is where she was always meant to be.”
“Harbor House?”
A quiet laugh.
“Harbor House is not a place. It is a promise.”
“What do you want?”
“The ledger.”
Ortiz wrote on a pad.
Keep him talking.
“The ledger is with federal agents,” I said.
“Then recover it.”
“I need proof Nora is alive.”
The line remained silent.
Then I heard breathing.
A young woman whispered.
“Don’t give them anything.”
Nora screamed.
The sound ended abruptly.
I gripped the phone.
“If you hurt her—”
“You have until midnight.”
The caller disconnected.
Ortiz traced the signal to an abandoned clinic outside Astoria.
The address appeared in Rachel’s ledger beside the initials H.H.
Federal agents surrounded the building before sunset.
Claire insisted on joining us.
“You were injured last night.”
“I’m not staying behind while my niece is missing.”
“She has been your niece for two days.”
Claire looked at me.
“That doesn’t make her less ours.”
The abandoned clinic stood near the river.
Its windows had been covered with plywood. Rusted letters above the entrance showed where a sign had once been mounted.
HARBOR HOUSE.
Inside, the air smelled of mold and disinfectant.
Old hospital beds filled the first floor.
Every mattress had been removed.
A child’s drawing remained taped to one wall.
It showed a gray house beside dark water.
In the basement, agents discovered a surveillance room.
Dozens of monitors lined the walls.
Most were dark.
Several displayed live footage from hidden cameras.
Rachel House.
Thomas’s apartment.
Our kitchen.
Grace’s bedroom.
Claire stopped breathing.
The camera showed Grace asleep in her crib while two federal officers stood outside our home.
“They can see through the security system,” Ortiz said.
I moved toward the equipment.
A monitor activated.
Nora appeared on the screen.
She sat in a metal chair with her wrists bound.
A hooded figure stood behind her.
“Give us the ledger,” the figure said.
Ortiz leaned toward the monitor.
“This is a live feed. Find the signal source.”
Agents began checking the equipment.
Nora looked directly into the camera.
Her lip was bleeding.
“You don’t need the ledger,” she said.
The hooded person struck the back of her chair.
“Be quiet.”
Nora continued.
“Rachel gave me the real list.”
The hooded figure froze.
Ortiz looked at me.
“What list?”
Nora smiled through her fear.
“She hid it inside the blanket.”
The feed disappeared.
Claire turned toward me.
“The blanket was returned.”
“After someone opened the display case.”
Ortiz ordered an immediate search of the blanket.
It was still inside an evidence bag at Rachel House.
Before she could finish the call, one of the agents shouted from the rear of the surveillance room.
He had found a steel door hidden behind the monitors.
The door opened into a narrow tunnel.
Fresh footprints marked the ground.
We followed them toward the river.
At the end of the tunnel stood an empty dock.
A boat had recently departed.
On the wet boards lay Nora’s matching silver bracelet.
Beside it was a phone.
The screen displayed one live video.
Thomas sat inside his apartment.
A man stood behind him holding a gun.
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Then the apartment door opened.
Diane walked into the room.
