Chapter 7 - A Stranger With Familiar Eyes
Before I could process the chilling phone call, a sleek black sedan pulled up quietly alongside my parked car.
The driver’s side window rolled down smoothly, revealing a sharp-faced man wearing a dark trench coat and sunglasses.
“Are you Clara Montgomery?” the man asked in a low, authoritative tone that brooked no argument.
“Who is asking? And why are you following me?” I asked defensively, locking my car doors with a click.
“My employer wishes to have a private conversation regarding your striking resemblance to the late Mrs. Vance,” he replied smoothly.
He held up a gold-embossed business card bearing the crest of Vanguard-Vance Corporate Holdings.
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“Tell your employer I don’t take orders from men who hide behind tinted windows and midnight threats,” I snapped.
The man offered a cold, humorless smile, sliding a manila envelope through the cracked window onto my dashboard.
