echoed through the halls below.
Part 4: The Final StandCelia shoved me into the dark passage behind the hidden door. “The truck keys start the vehicle at the end of the tunnel. Drive to the marina in San Carlos. The envelope has the coordinates and the codes to the vault.”
“Celia, come with me!” I pleaded, holding the heavy steel door open.
“If I come, they’ll track us both,” she said, giving me a look of fierce, maternal love that mirrored the mother I had lost a decade ago. “I’ve lived sixty years carrying this debt. Tonight, I pay it off.”
She slammed the door shut from the outside. I heard the deadbolt lock into place, followed by the heavy thud of furniture being dragged in front of the entry.
I raced down the damp, stone tunnel, my heart hammering against my ribs. Behind me, through the reinforced steel door,
