Chapter 5 - The Home Invasion
I shoved the forged banking documents back into the Colonel's large hands without a second thought.
"My mother's house is being actively robbed right now," I told him urgently, my heart slamming against my ribs.
Evan and Chloe were suddenly highly distracted as the police officers aggressively shoved them against the wall for questioning.
I did not wait around to see if my soon-to-be ex-husband was officially placed under arrest.
Arthur faithfully followed me out to the rainy parking lot, stubbornly insisting that he was coming with me to help.
We jumped into my heavy military-issued truck and sped recklessly toward my mother's normally quiet suburban neighborhood.
The heavy rain from yesterday had finally stopped, but the winding streets were still slick and dangerously unpredictable.
My mind raced with terrifyingly dark possibilities about what Evan was actually looking for inside that old house.
My mother lived a simple life and never kept large amounts of cash or valuable jewelry hidden in the house.
However, she did faithfully keep my late father's highly classified military intelligence journals permanently hidden beneath the floorboards.
My father had been a covert operations officer, and those old journals contained incredibly dangerous international secrets.
I pulled up to the familiar property and immediately saw the wooden back door completely shattered into jagged splinters.
Heavy muddy footprints tracked violently through the pristine kitchen, leading straight toward my mother's private bedroom.
I pulled my legally licensed concealed carry weapon from my truck's glovebox and quietly clicked off the safety mechanism.
Arthur bravely stayed on the front porch to keep watch while I moved silently and tactically down the dark hallway.
The master bedroom had been completely ransacked, with delicate clothes and important papers thrown mindlessly everywhere.
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The secret wooden floorboard had been violently pried open with a crowbar, and the heavy metal lockbox was entirely gone.
But the ruthless intruder was clearly not finished, because I suddenly heard heavy, ragged breathing coming from the dark closet.
