Chapter 8 - The Snowy Woods
I forced Marcus to drive the SUV directly into the dense, dark forest surrounding the airstrip.
We searched frantically through the freezing snowdrifts using high-powered tactical flashlights.
The bitter cold was rapidly dropping to a lethal temperature.
I finally spotted a small, shivering figure huddled inside a massive, hollowed-out tree trunk.
It was Claire, wrapping her own body desperately around the two tiny babies to keep them warm.
I fell to my knees in the snow and pulled my wife into a fierce, desperate embrace.
I looked at the sleeping faces of Lily and Owen, weeping with profound relief.
I begged Claire to forgive me for my terrible mistakes and my unforgivable neglect.
Claire looked deeply into my eyes and whispered that we were completely surrounded.
Blinding halogen spotlights suddenly snapped on from every single direction in the dark trees.
Dozens of heavily armed mercenaries stepped out of the shadows with their rifles raised.
The crowd of professional killers parted down the middle to reveal their leader.
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It was a man I had personally buried in a cemetery eleven years ago.
My father, Richard Holloway, was standing right in front of me.
