Chapter 10 - The Grandmother's Flight
A sharp crash echoing from the second-floor balcony interrupted the standoff in the foyer.
Clara and the officers looked up just in time to see Eleanor running toward the rear service stairs, wearing a heavy mink coat over her emerald blouse.
She held a small leather duffel bag tightly against her side, her silver hair flying wildly around her shoulders.
"Stop her!" Mark shouted, running toward the stairs. "She has the personal offshore keys!"
Sheriff Thomas didn't move, entirely paralyzed by the ongoing livestream broadcast facing his chest.
Clara sprinted toward the kitchen, taking the shortcut through the butler's pantry to cut Eleanor off at the side exit.
As Eleanor pushed through the heavy wooden door into the garage, Clara stepped directly into her path, blocking the doorway.
"Out of my way, you gold-digging peasant!" Eleanor screamed, pulling a heavy brass statuette from her coat pocket.
She swung the statuette with all her force, aiming directly for Clara's temple.
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Clara ducked smoothly beneath the blow, grabbing Eleanor's wrist and twisting it until the heavy metal object crashed onto the concrete floor.
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