Chapter 3 - The Bloody Floor
I dropped the phone onto the bed as the mechanical voice disconnected the call.
Panic surged through my veins as I realized my brother was in severe danger.
I grabbed my damp jacket and rushed out of the motel room into the pouring rain.
I used a rideshare application to track my brother’s last known location based on our shared family map.
The digital pin hovered over an abandoned warehouse district on the edge of the Willamette River.
I arrived at the desolate location twenty minutes later, keeping my head down in the darkness.
The rusted door of a dilapidated storage facility was left slightly ajar.
I pushed it open and gagged at the overwhelming smell of metallic blood.
Miles was tied to a metal chair in the center of the room, his face bruised and swollen.
I rushed to his side and frantically began untying the thick ropes around his wrists.
He coughed violently and begged me to run away before they came back.
He confessed that our mother had hired dangerous people to find something grandmother hid.
Miles grabbed my arm with weak, trembling fingers.
May you like
He whispered that they didn't care about the two million dollars in the bank account.
A laser sight suddenly appeared directly on my chest, illuminating the darkness with a deadly red dot.
