Chapter 20 - Shadows From The Past Return
Late one Friday evening, after Dylan had fallen fast asleep, Mark sat on the front porch enjoying the quiet breeze.
His phone buzzed against the wooden side table, displaying an unknown international caller ID flashing on the screen.
He hesitated for a moment before swiping his thumb across the glass to accept the encrypted connection.
“Mr. Vance... your exposure of Mrs. Vance scratched the surface of a much larger educational syndicate,” a gravelly voice warned.
Mark stood up abruptly, his protective instincts flaring instantly as he clutched the phone tightly against his ear.
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“Who is this? What do you want with my family?” he demanded, stepping back toward the lit doorway.
“Elena was merely paying off our operational debt, Mark... and now that she’s gone, you owe us everything,” the caller hissed.
