Chapter 7 - The Boathouse Rescue
I felt a surge of adrenaline completely erase my physical exhaustion.
My nine-year-old daughter was in mortal danger.
I sent a silent text message to Marcus to initiate an immediate raid.
We moved like ghosts through the heavy rain toward the edge of the lake.
The wooden boathouse was isolated from the main property and poorly lit.
I peered cautiously through a muddy, broken windowpane.
Maria was bleeding from her forehead but hugging Lily tightly in the corner.
Three armed mercenaries were casually pouring gasoline over the wooden floorboards.
They were preparing to burn the building to the ground with them inside.
I aimed my suppressed pistol at the man holding the red gas can.
The leader of the group suddenly turned around to wipe the rain from his face.
The moonlight caught his features perfectly.
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I lowered my weapon in absolute, paralyzing shock.
The man trying to murder my daughter was my own younger brother, Thomas.
