Chapter 13 - Betrayal At The Boathouse
Maya caught the silver drive in her left hand, her chest tightening as doubts began to cluster in her mind.
She recalled how Director Hayes had insisted she operate alone tonight without standard tactical backup.
She recalled how the location of the Vance mansion had only been transmitted to Hayes’s private phone forty minutes ago.
“Up the ladder,” Knox grunted from the rear, keeping his eyes trained on the dark tunnel behind them.
Maya climbed the iron rungs, pushing open a heavy wooden trapdoor that led into the interior of a private boathouse.
Rain was pouring outside, drumming loudly against the tin roof of the structure.
Floating in the central water slip was a high-speed, military-grade black speedboat, its engines humming quietly in standby mode.
Standing on the wooden dock beside the boat was a man in a long dark trench coat, holding an umbrella.
As Maya stepped into the light, the man turned around, revealing the sharp, austere face of Director Hayes.
Two federal tactical officers stood beside him, their weapons pointed directly at the trapdoor.
“Excellent work, Maya,” Director Hayes said, his voice cold and devoid of warmth.
“You secured the ledger.”
Maya stepped completely out of the hatch, keeping her gun lowered at her side, her heart pounding against her ribs.
“Where is the marshal support team, Director?” Maya asked quietly.
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Hayes took a step closer, his eyes scanning her soaked appearance before locking onto the bulge of the ledger in her jacket.
“There are no marshals coming, Maya,” Hayes said smoothly. “Hand over the book.”
