Chapter 6 - The Confrontation In Recovery
At 8:00 a.m. the following morning, the bright fluorescent lights of the surgical recovery ward hummed softly overhead.
Kenneth lay in the hospital bed, pale, exhausted, and heavily medicated, with medical monitors surrounding his bed on both sides.
Across the room, Maya lay in a separate bed, her face red and swollen from hours of weeping as two hospital security guards stood by the door.
My brother Justin sat in a chair near the corner, his fists clenched tightly on his knees, his jaw set in an unyielding line of rage.
The door swung open, and I walked into the recovery room wearing a fresh dark navy suit, flanked by Agent Brooks and three federal officers.
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Kenneth tried to sit up, groaning in sheer agony as the fresh surgical stitches pulled tightly across his lower abdomen.
“Sabrina…” Kenneth wheezed, his voice weak and raspy. “Please… we need to talk alone. I can explain everything about the safe.”
