Chapter 3 - The Councilman’s Dinner Party
By 4:00 p.m. that afternoon, the sun was casting long, amber shadows across the manicured lawns of the Vance estate on the north side of town.
Councilman Robert Vance was hosting his annual pre-prom garden reception for the town's elite teenagers and their families. String lights hung from the ancient oak trees, a live string quartet played classical renditions of modern pop songs near the stone fountain, and men in expensive suits drank bourbon while discussing property values and upcoming municipal bond votes.
We didn't use the front gate.
David parked our battered minivan two streets over behind a row of overgrown boxwood hedges. We walked up the cobblestone path through the side garden, slipping past the catering tent where waiters in black vests were arranging silver trays of shrimp cocktail and miniature quiches.
Kayla walked between us. She had refused the blonde Halloween wig. Instead, she wore a magnificent, sweeping emerald-green silk dress that contrasted sharply with her newly shaved scalp. Without her hair, her high cheekbones, sharp jawline, and fierce, unblinking eyes made her look less like a high school prom queen candidate and more like a warrior queen stepping onto a battlefield.
Several parents turned to stare as we stepped onto the main patio. Whispers rippled through the crowd like wind through dry grass.
"Good God, look at her head," a woman in a Chanel jacket whispered loudly to her companion. "Is she having a mental breakdown?"
"That’s David Adams’ kid," another voice muttered. "Word is the family completely imploded this morning. Total trailer-park behavior."
Councilman Robert Vance stepped out from under the grand white tent, a glass of scotch in one hand, his silver hair perfectly coiffed, radiating the arrogant charm of a man who believed he owned the zip code.
"David! Sarah!" Vance boomed, stepping forward with a wide, politician's smile that didn't reach his cold, glassy eyes. "And young Kayla! My goodness, bold fashion statement tonight, aren't we? Though I must say, Steven was quite upset when he called earlier saying you had a family emergency."
Steven stood just behind his father, wearing a pristine tuxedo with a matching emerald corsage box in his hand. His lip was still slightly swollen from David’s punch, but he wore a smug, untouchable smirk. He looked at Kayla as if she were a broken toy he fully expected to pick up later.
"The emergency is handled, Robert," David said, his voice steady, carrying easily across the silent patio where the string quartet had suddenly stopped playing.
Vance chuckled, taking a sip of his scotch. "Ah, good. Because I’d hate for a little domestic drama to overshadow the evening. After all, Steven tells me Kayla is a lock for prom queen tonight. It would be a shame if certain... professional complications regarding your engineering firm were to leak to the press tomorrow morning, forcing you out of town before the coronation."
It was a direct threat, delivered in broad daylight in front of fifty of the town's most influential citizens.
David didn't flinch. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out a small black Bluetooth speaker, and placed it calmly on the marble catering table beside the punch bowl.
"You know, Robert," David said quietly, "in my line of work, structural integrity is everything. If you build a bridge on a rotten foundation, it doesn't matter how pretty the paint is. Eventually, the weight brings the whole thing down."
Steven’s smug smirk faltered. "Dad, don't let him—"
"Quiet, boy," Vance snapped, his smile thinning into a hard line. "David, you’re making a fool of yourself. Turn around and walk off my property before I have security throw you out."
"I wouldn't do that, Councilman," Reese’s voice rang out clearly from beside my knee.
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My eight-year-old stepped forward, holding my smartphone—which was now plugged into a portable power bank—and pressed play on the Bluetooth speaker.
The patio speakers, connected to the estate's outdoor sound system via an open Wi-Fi bridge Reese had hacked into twenty minutes prior, instantly amplified the audio files across the entire lawn.
