Chapter 10 - The Delivery
David boldly reached the number three when Wyatt lunged upward, driving the massive glass shard deep into David’s unarmored thigh.
David roared in blinding agony, instantly dropping the heavy shotgun and stumbling backward away from me.
I collapsed heavily to the floor, instantly surrounded by heavily armed SWAT officers who swarmed aggressively through the broken door.
They tackled David brutally to the ground, pinning him face-down and securing heavy iron cuffs tightly on his bleeding wrists.
The core nightmare was finally over as they dragged him out, screaming and fighting wildly, into the back of a waiting armored police van.
Tactical medics rushed frantically into the cabin, dropping to their knees beside me as I screamed through another world-shattering contraction.
With one final, breathless push of immense effort, the piercing, beautiful cry of a newborn filled the shattered, bloody room.
The medic smiled with overwhelming relief, gently placing a tiny, perfectly healthy baby girl onto my bare, exhausted chest.
Six months later, David was permanently serving a double life sentence in a highly secure federal supermax prison.
Wyatt had fully recovered from his gunshot wounds and officially entered the witness protection program for testifying against his former employers.
I was peacefully living under a brand-new identity in a beautiful, sunny coastal town, finally giving my precious daughter the peaceful life she deserved.
We were completely safe, genuinely happy, and entirely free from the lingering terror of Arthur Vance.
I walked outside to check the mailbox, deeply enjoying the warm, salty breeze blowing softly off the ocean water.
Hidden discreetly at the very bottom of the mail pile was a plain white envelope with absolutely no return address.
Inside was a clear photograph of my baby and me sleeping peacefully in this exact house, taken from directly outside my window just last night.
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Written meticulously on the back in familiar, elegant handwriting was a single, terrifying sentence.
“You are still spending my money, Maya.”
