Chapter 5 - The Unexpected Caller
The wealthy restaurant guests screamed in absolute terror, diving under their tables for cover.
The federal agents instantly drew their weapons, screaming for Eleanor to drop the gun immediately.
Eleanor’s hands shook violently, but her dark eyes were filled with lethal, venomous hatred.
You ruined my entire life, Amara, and now I am going to end yours.
Without a single second of hesitation, Eleanor squeezed the trigger of the heavy silver revolver.
A deafening gunshot echoed off the surrounding glass skyscrapers, shattering the peaceful night completely.
Amara gasped as a searing, agonizing pain ripped through the center of her chest.
The federal agents lunged forward in unison, tackling Eleanor aggressively to the hard concrete floor.
The silver gun skittered away into the shadows as Eleanor was pinned down and handcuffed.
Amara stumbled backward awkwardly, her hands clutching her bleeding chest as she hit the glass railing.
Her knees buckled entirely, and she slid down the cold glass until she sat heavily on the floor.
Her designer clutch spilled open, sending her smartphone sliding across the smooth rooftop tiles.
The phone landed face-up, its bright screen glowing in the darkness just a few feet away from Julian.
Julian looked down at the screen, and the color completely drained from his terrified face.
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An incoming FaceTime call was flashing brightly, displaying a name that was scientifically impossible.
The caller ID read Arthur Vance.
