Chapter 9 - The Abandoned Marina At Marblehead Harbor
By eleven o'clock that evening, Mark arrived at the coastal docks of Marblehead, where cold ocean waves crashed against the wooden piers.
The area was deserted, filled with rows of dry-docked sailboats, rusting iron cranes, and decaying wooden fish-packing warehouses.
Mark parked his truck three streets away behind an old bait shop, creeping through the shadows with a heavy iron flashlight in his grip.
He tracked the glowing GPS signal on his phone until he reached Warehouse 9, a dilapidated structure overlooking the foggy harbor.
Through a cracked glass window, Mark observed Vanessa standing beside two heavy canvas duffel bags stuffed with cash and documents.
Julian stood beside her, unzipping one of the bags to verify thick stacks of hundred-dollar bills wrapped in official bank bands.
"We have enough capital here to live comfortably in Costa Rica for twenty years, Vanessa," Julian said, his voice echoing in the warehouse.
"What about Mark and the kid?" Vanessa asked, her tone completely devoid of any guilt or hesitation as she checked her gold watch.
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"My contacts at the hospital will handle the child, and Mark won't survive the night on Storrow Drive," Julian lied with a cold grin.
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