Chapter 7 - The Alarms
The shatterproof glass did not break, but the violent impact triggered the building’s internal acoustic security sensors.
Deafening alarms immediately began to blare throughout the entire executive floor.
Strobe lights flashed intensely, turning the dark office into a chaotic, disorienting nightmare.
Henderson panicked, wildly firing a silenced shot that embedded itself into the mahogany desk just inches from my hand.
I dropped to the floor, crawling rapidly toward the heavy oak door while he was temporarily blinded by the strobe lights.
I grabbed the door handle, yanked it open, and sprinted down the long, carpeted hallway.
I could hear Henderson shouting furiously behind me, his heavy footsteps echoing over the loud sirens.
I bypassed the main elevators and threw open the door to the concrete emergency stairwell.
I flew down five flights of stairs, my lungs burning as adrenaline surged through my recovering body.
I burst into the underground parking garage, sprinting toward Megan’s hidden Subaru.
I threw myself into the driver’s seat, cranked the engine, and slammed the accelerator to the floor.
I smashed through the wooden security gate, speeding out into the dark, empty city streets.
I had the ledger, I had my life, and I finally had all the leverage I needed.
I drove to a twenty-four-hour copy center in a terrible neighborhood to scan every single page of the ledger.
I emailed the digital copies to the FBI, the local police chief, and the IRS criminal investigation division.
I set the emails on a delayed timer, ensuring they would automatically send at exactly eight o'clock in the morning.
Then, I pulled out my phone and finally turned it on for the first time in twelve days.
I sent a single, simple text message directly to Ethan’s private number.
I told him I knew everything about Chloe, the money, and the arsenic.
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I demanded he meet me alone at the exact same ferry dock where he had abandoned me, or I would ruin him.
His reply came through less than ten seconds later.
