Chapter 7 - The Trap is Set
The plan was highly illegal, incredibly dangerous, and entirely reliant on the element of surprise.
Reynolds contacted a friend at the FBI cyber division, bypassing the corrupt local police entirely. He forwarded a copy of the drive to the Feds, securing a promise that a tactical team would be on standby outside the hotel.
Elias went to work on Clara. He needed her to look not just alive, but ethereal. Unstoppable. Sarah smuggled a stunning black evening gown from Clara’s own apartment, dodging the private investigators Julian had watching the building.
"He thinks he's a god," Clara said as Sarah helped her with her makeup, covering the faint bruise on her neck where Julian had injected her. "Tonight, we remind him he's just a man."
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Elias handed Clara the silver cufflink that had fallen from her hand on the autopsy table. "Keep this. It's the proof that he was the one who was with you when you 'died.'"
Clara closed her fist around it. "Let's go."
