Chapter 8 - The Trap at the Docks
The bitter smell of burnt electronics filled the damp air as my phone died completely against my chest.
Evelyn smiled a wicked, victorious smile, bragging that Marcus had warned her about my tricky, corporate tactics.
She knew I would try to record her confession, and she had come fully prepared to silence me forever.
She tossed Toby roughly into the thick, muscular arms of one of her massive mercenary thugs.
She pulled a silver revolver from her designer purse and pointed it right between my eyes with zero hesitation.
She happily explained her perfect plan to frame me for murdering my own family before committing suicide out of guilt.
I braced myself for the final impact, praying silently that Genevieve would somehow survive the coma without me.
Suddenly, the screeching tires of multiple black SUVs echoed loudly through the abandoned, rusting warehouse.
Blinding police spotlights clicked on, completely surrounding the building with heavily armed tactical units.
A police megaphone crackled to life, ordering everyone inside to drop their weapons and surrender immediately.
Evelyn didn't even flinch at the overwhelming police presence breaking through the loading doors.
She simply lowered her silver gun, smiled arrogantly, and waved casually at the approaching officers.
She leaned in and whispered that she owned the police chief, and these men were here to finish the job for her.
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The SWAT team breached the perimeter, their heavy assault rifles raised and ready to fire on command.
But instead of aiming at Evelyn's armed thugs, every single red laser sight locked directly onto my chest.
