Chapter 6 - The Ticket to the Truth
The flight to Geneva was the quietest luxury Lily had ever experienced.
Sitting in the private cabin of Nathan’s jet, she watched the clouds drift below. Olivia was coloring happily on the carpeted floor, while Nathan reviewed a thick file of syndicate documents across the aisle.
The nightmare was supposed to be over. Julian was in federal custody, turning state’s evidence. Victoria’s family empire was crumbling under FBI scrutiny. The ticket in Lily’s pocket promised a potential restoration of the hearing she had lost in the fiery wreckage of that train three years ago.
Everything was perfect.
But as Lily sipped her water, she felt an unsettling vibration. Not from the plane’s engines, but from Nathan.
He was staring at a specific document in his file, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscle ticked. He closed the folder, locked it in his briefcase, and walked to the back of the cabin to pour a drink.
Lily gently set her glass down and walked over to him.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, watching his lips.
Nathan hesitated. He poured two fingers of scotch, staring at the amber liquid.
“The Swiss clinic required a full review of your medical history from the train derailment,” Nathan said slowly. “They sent over the unredacted EMT reports from that night.”
Lily frowned. “Is something wrong with my file?”
“No,” Nathan said, turning to face her. His eyes were deeply troubled. “But the EMT report lists the name of the man who pulled you from the wreckage before the train car exploded.”
Lily’s breath hitched. She had never known who saved her. She had woken up in the hospital, completely deaf in one ear, with no memory of the rescue.
“Who was it?” she whispered.
Nathan reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a delicate, slightly singed wooden rosary.
“The paramedics found this tangled in your clothes,” Nathan explained. “They assumed it was yours. But they logged the name of the man who left it behind when he vanished into the woods.”
He placed the rosary in Lily’s trembling hand.
“The man who saved your life, Lily, was Elias Thorne.”
Lily stared at the beads. Elias Thorne. The enforcer who had caused the derailment. The man who had met with Victoria. The man who had helped orchestrated the death of Nathan’s wife.
“Why would he save me?” Lily gasped, her mind reeling. “He derailed the train to kill people.”
“That’s the piece that doesn't fit,” Nathan said, his voice tight. “Elias is a ghost. A killer. He doesn't save civilians. Unless he was looking for someone specific on that train.”
Nathan looked deeply into Lily’s eyes.
“Lily… who were you traveling with that night?”
Lily felt the walls of the cabin closing in. “Nobody. I was alone. I was coming back from college.”
“Are you sure?” Nathan pressed gently. “Think. Was anyone sitting next to you? Did anyone speak to you before the crash?”
Lily closed her eyes, forcing herself back to that terrifying night. The screeching metal. The smell of smoke. The deafening roar that stole her silence.
Suddenly, a memory broke through the trauma.
“There was a woman,” Lily whispered, her eyes snapping open. “She sat next to me just before the crash. She was terrified. She shoved something into my backpack and told me to run.”
Nathan grabbed her shoulders gently. “What did she look like?”
“Blonde hair,” Lily said, panic rising in her chest. “She was wearing a heavy cashmere coat. Just like the one you gave me.”
Nathan stepped back as if he had been shot.
“My wife wasn't in the car when it crashed on the highway,” Nathan breathed, the horrifying truth finally clicking into place. “She was on your train. She was running away.”
The cabin door suddenly swung open.
The pilot stepped out, his face pale. He wasn't looking at Nathan. He was holding a satellite phone out to Lily.
“Miss Morgan,” the pilot said, his voice shaking. “Someone breached our secure comms line. They’re demanding to speak to you.”
Lily took the phone. She held it to her good ear, her hand trembling violently.
“Hello?” she whispered.
May you like
A man’s voice, raspy and dark, echoed through the receiver.
“You kept my rosary, little bird,” Elias Thorne murmured. “Now I need you to give back what her mother put in your backpack.”
