Chapter 13 - Analyzing The Classified Documents Inside The Black Case
The cold coastal wind lashed against Marcus's black Ford F-150 truck as he sped along the winding highway toward Marblehead Harbor.
The historic stone lighthouse stood perched atop a jagged granite cliff, overlooking the churning gray waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
Thick coastal fog rolled across the rocky shoreline, reducing visibility to less than twenty feet as Marcus killed his engine.
He stepped out of the truck, pulling his tactical shotgun from the rack and chambering a heavy slug with a sharp, metallic clack.
He moved silently across the damp grass toward the base of the lighthouse, his eyes scanning every dark shadow in the morning mist.
A tall figure stood near the iron entrance door of the old stone structure, leaning heavily on an ornate silver-topped cane.
As Marcus drew closer, the figure turned around, revealing the sharp, aged features of Marcus Vance smiling through the freezing fog.
"I knew you wouldn't miss a family reunion, Marcus... especially when your beloved daughter's future is on the line," Vance mocked.
"Where is the person who took the second photograph of Lily, Vance?" Marcus demanded, keeping his shotgun leveled at his chest.
"Does it really matter, my boy? The federal agents you called are currently sitting in empty cruisers three miles down the coastal road," Vance laughed.
Marcus narrowed his eyes, realizing Vance had anticipated his move and set up a decoy operation to draw the FBI away.
"You're standing alone on this cliff, Vance; your syndicate abandoned you the moment federal warrants were issued last night," Marcus noted.
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"I never needed a syndicate when I have the legal ownership rights to this entire multi-billion-dollar corporate empire," Vance replied coldly.
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