Chapter 7

2014.

Mikaela dug into her coat pocket for her ringing phone. She glanced at the caller ID and answered it with a smile.

"Buenos Dias, Uncle Nik." She said happily as she strolled along the beach in California.

"Hello, Mikaela. I need your help, how soon can you be in New Orleans?"

"I can be there by nightfall. Why?"

"I need your help, I have a daughter..."

"Congratulations."

"Thank you, but I need to get her away. We're being threatened again." Klaus explained and Mikaela stopped dead in tracks.

"Is Papa alright?"

"Yes, he's here with my daughter's mother. Mikaela, he needs you. We need you. They're creating a fictitious scenario to conceal the fact Hope, my daughter, lives. I know your instincts will find them, love. Please come home to us." Klaus finished, calmly.

"Of course. Tell me something, did Marcel live? Did he survive the fire?"

"Yes, he lived. He felt abandoned and took over my empire. You'll find them, I know you will. Try the memorial wall." Klaus said quietly.

"See you later then, Uncle Nik."

"Good luck, Mikaela." With that the line disconnected and Mikaela made her way back to her vintage car and headed off back in search of her father and her family in New Orleans.