Chapter 11 - The House of Cards

That valley used to be a big lake which disappeared after the earthquake. The bottom of the lake simply cracked in half, and the water drained as if someone had pulled out the plug from the bathtub.

Samuel’s grandpa built a high tower with a light at the top, which resembled a lighthouse. It was placed at the bottom and the tower mysteriously glowed from below like a dome of a cathedral. Samuel enjoyed spending there his free time, especially at full moon, basking in the cold light. However, that night he wasn’t there for pleasure. He was getting ready to destroy his life.

“Can you assure me that you will get me out of jail after a year?” Samuel asked a woman in a black suit sitting by him.

“Money will do the trick. I just need to ensure it is given into the right hands. But are you convinced that he will keep Bianca alive? I wouldn’t give Dervel even a single penny for safekeeping.” Her red lips were moving slowly as she wasn’t sure yet if Samuel’s plan was the best option.

“I’