Chapter 18 - The Scuffle on the Cliff**
Before Howard could finish his sentence, the sharp sound of helicopter blades thundered over the mansion roof.
Bright searchlights cut through the rain-slicked glass doors, illuminating the entire bedroom in blinding white light.
“Federal Agents! Drop your weapons!” a voice boomed from the chopper’s loudspeaker.
The sudden flash disoriented the guards for a fraction of a second.
Julian lunged forward instantly, tackling the lead guard to the floor and disarming him with a brutal wrist lock.
Clara swept Pamela’s legs from behind, sending the silver pistol spinning across the wooden floorboards.
Howard turned to run toward the private elevator behind the fireplace, but Julian grabbed the back of his coat, pulling the older man down onto the carpet.
Pamela scrambled across the floor, her emerald green skirt torn as she reached for the dropped pistol.
She grabbed the gun, pointed it toward Clara, and pulled the trigger.
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A loud shot echoed through the room, the bullet shattering the glass patio door into a thousand flying shards.
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