Chapter 9 - The Man In The Trench Coat Strikes Again
Before Vincent could examine the final page, a heavy thud echoed from the front door of Room Twelve.
The deadbolt splintered instantly as a powerful kick smashed the wooden frame inward with terrifying force.
The tall, imposing figure of the man in the brown trench coat stepped smoothly into the dim motel room.
In his right hand, a heavy steel crowbar gleamed coldly under the amber light filtering through the broken window.
“End of the line, Mr. Vance,” the stranger spoke in a low, chillingly calm voice that brooked no argument.
Vincent shoved Mary behind his back, his hand darting inside his tailored jacket to grip the polished handle of his hidden sidearm.
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“You’ve chased the wrong family for thirty years,” Vincent warned, stepping forward to shield the ledger with his body.
“Your uncle sends his regards, and he wants those pages burned to ash,” the stranger replied, raising the crowbar.
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