Chapter 13 - The Hidden Truth About the Car Bombing Emerges
“You didn't just target me, Marcus... you killed my wife Claire and my little girl Sophie three years ago,” Adrian said.
“They were collateral damage, boss! Necessary casualties to ensure a clean transition of power in the syndicate!” Marcus snapped.
“And who gave you the order? Because a middle-management accountant doesn't have the clearance for military-grade C4,” Adrian pressed.
Marcus’s smug smile faltered for a fraction of a second, his eyes darting nervously toward the dark corner of the vault.
“I acted alone! There was no one else behind the plot!” Marcus lied quickly, though his voice lacked its previous conviction.
“You’re lying, Marcus. Your heart rate just spiked, and your pupils dilated,” Adrian noted with cold, surgical precision.
“Tell me who sat at the table with you when you planned the explosion on the Hudson curve.”
Before Marcus could answer, a loud explosion echoed from the upper levels of the mansion, shaking dust from the ceiling.
The emergency lights flickered and died, plunging the subterranean vault room into absolute, pitch-black darkness.
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“They’re here,” Vincent warned, raising his rifle as gunfire erupted from the hallway stairs above them.
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