ELIJAH'S POV
The Sutton estate sprawled before me like a fortress, its wrought iron gates gleaming in the late afternoon sun. I'd driven here in a rage, but now, sitting in my Continental with the engine ticking as it cooled, I felt something colder settle in my chest. Something more dangerous.
I pressed the buzzer on the intercom. Static crackled before a voice answered.
"State your business."
"Elijah Rossi to see Valentine Sutton."
A pause. "Mr. Sutton isn't receiving visitors."
"He'll see me." I leaned closer to the speaker. "Tell him his son-in-law needs to discuss family matters."
The line went quiet for what felt like an eternity. Then the gates swung open with a mechanical whir.
