Chapter 7 - The Ambush
The truth hit my father like a physical blow to the chest.
His mother had murdered his wife and tortured his daughter entirely for money.
Arthur said we needed to take these documents to a federal judge by morning to freeze the accounts.
If we could cut off her money supply, her powerful lawyers would abandon her immediately.
We quickly packed our few belongings and prepared to leave the safety of the cabin.
Just as we stepped out onto the wooden porch, blinding floodlights illuminated the entire forest.
Four dark SUVs were parked in a semi-circle around our getaway car.
Grandma stepped out of the lead vehicle, wearing a pristine white winter coat.
She was flanked by several large, heavily armed men carrying tactical rifles.
She had used the hidden microphone in my brace to learn the location of this secret cabin years ago.
She smiled warmly and told my father to hand over the bank documents right now.
Dad stepped in front of me, shielding my body with his own.
Arthur pulled a small revolver from his trench coat, completely outgunned by the mercenaries.
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Grandma laughed a cold, dry laugh that echoed through the freezing trees.
She signaled her men to raise their weapons and aim directly at my father's heart.
