Chapter 22
Ten minutes later, four federal tactical vehicles tore through the rain toward Pier 42 at the edge of Boston Harbor.
A massive container ship named The Sea Monarch loomed out of the fog, its heavy engines humming as deck hands prepared to cast off the mooring lines.
Clara and William moved silently behind a stack of shipping containers, watching two armed guards patrol the gangway.
High on the upper bridge deck, a tall, elegant woman with silver hair stood watching the rain through binoculars.
It was Catherine Vance, wearing a fur-lined winter coat and holding a glass of champagne.
Beside her, Ethan lay strapped to a metal gurney, slowly regaining consciousness from the sedative drug.
"Welcome home, my son," Catherine spoke softly, her voice smooth and chillingly affectionate.
May you like
"You spent twenty-four years living a small life in Boston under your father's shadow."
"Tonight, you take your rightful place at the head of the world's most powerful empire."
