Chapter 8 - The Betrayal Revealed
"We don't have to," I said.
A police cruiser pulled up to the curb. The back door opened, and a frail, older man stepped out, escorted by an officer. It was Marcus's father.
"Dad?" Marcus looked bewildered. "What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Whistler with the twins!"
The old man looked at his son with utter disgust. "I flew back. Child Protective Services took the twins at the border, Marcus. They're going to their mother. And I gave the police the leather pouch."
Marcus froze. The blood drained from his face. "The... the pouch?"
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"I recorded you, Marcus," his father said, his voice trembling but firm. "I recorded you dragging that terrified little girl into the freezing cold. I recorded you threatening me. You're a monster, and I won't let you destroy another child's life."
Marcus looked at me, his eyes wide with wild, trapped panic. The illusion of his power was shattering into a million pieces. He had nothing. No money, no family, no leverage.
