Chapter 8 - The Desperate Escape
Spencer collapsed onto the concrete, clutching his bleeding leg in pure panic.
He believed he had just been injected with a lethal poison.
Abigail kicked the fallen knife away and dove out of the line of fire.
Cole took advantage of the chaos and fired two shots at Naomi.
Naomi returned fire, striking Cole perfectly in the shoulder and sending him crashing into the wall.
The narrow corridor filled with blinding smoke and the deafening echoes of gunfire.
Abigail realized her cuffs were slightly loose because of her frantic movements.
She twisted her wrist painfully until the skin tore and her hand slipped free.
She scrambled through the metal exit door and burst out into the freezing rainy night.
Dozens of police cruisers were already swarming the warehouse perimeter.
She could not go to the police because the FBI believed she was a criminal mastermind.
She slipped into the shadows of the alleyway and ran toward the train tracks.
She needed a safe place to hide and formulate a plan to prove her innocence.
She remembered her trusted family lawyer, Vance, who lived in a secure penthouse downtown.
She walked for three grueling hours in the freezing rain to reach his building.
She bypassed the front desk and climbed the emergency stairs to the twentieth floor.
She pounded heavily on his oak door until he finally opened it in his silk robe.
Vance looked horrified to see her bruised and bleeding on his doorstep.
She rushed inside and quickly explained the entire nightmare.
She begged him to call the state lottery commission to secure her ticket before the FBI confiscated it.
Vance poured her a glass of warm brandy and promised to fix everything.
He walked over to his mahogany desk and picked up the telephone.
Abigail took a sip of the brandy and glanced down at the documents sitting on his desk.
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Her blood ran completely cold.
They were the official blueprints for Spencer's illegal warehouse operation, signed by Vance himself.
