Chapter 14 - The Montauk Fortress**
The storm had moved east, hanging heavy over the rocky cliffs of Montauk as night fell once again.
The ocean waves crashed violently against the jagged rocks below the massive stone estate known as Blackwood Manor.
High iron gates guarded the entrance, topped with security cameras and barbed wire.
Julian stopped the sedan half a mile down the coastal road, hiding the vehicle beneath the dense pine canopy.
Clara pulled two small tactical flashlights and a night-vision monocular from her duffel bag.
“Howard Sterling bought this property fifteen years ago under an anonymous holding firm,” Clara explained, examining the perimeter through the lens. “It has a private helipad and a boat launch at the base of the cliff.”
“How many men are inside?” Julian asked, his jaw set firm.
“At least eight,” Clara estimated. “Plus Pamela and Howard.”
Julian checked the iron bar he had brought from the car, his eyes glowing with fierce determination.
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“I don't care if there are fifty men inside,” Julian said quietly. “My son is in that house.”
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