Chapter 12 - Cornering Vanessa At The Edge Of The Pier
Mark sprinted down the slippery wooden pier, the cold sea spray stinging his face as rain began to fall heavily once again.
Vanessa was frantically trying to untie the heavy hemp mooring line secured to a iron cleat at the end of the dock structure.
Her high heels slipped on the wet wood, sending her crashing onto her knees right at the edge of the dark, churning harbor water.
Mark stepped onto the mooring cleat, blocking her only path back toward the safety of the mainland shore.
"It's over, Vanessa," Mark declared, his voice carrying the absolute finality of a man who had reclaimed control of his life.
"Mark... please! Julian forced me to do all of it! He threatened to hurt me if I didn't steal your money!" Vanessa sobbed dramatically.
"Save it for the judge, Vanessa. I heard every word you said inside that warehouse thirty seconds ago," Mark replied coldly.
She looked down at her heavy duffel bag of stolen cash, then up at Mark’s unyielding blue eyes, realizing her lies had completely run out.
In the distance, the wailing sirens of approaching Boston police cruisers cut through the night air, their red lights flashing on the bridge.
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Vanessa dropped her head onto the wet wooden planks, weeping in bitter defeat as Detective Miller's unit pulled onto the docks.
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