Chapter 13
The Storm Over Vancewood Estate
We lay in the wet grass for a brief moment, our lungs drinking in the cool, rain-scented night air of the estate grounds.
In the distance, the grand stone manor of Vancewood Estate stood illuminated by exterior floodlights against the dark sky.
Arthur Vance believed we were slowly suffocating in his underground vault, completely unaware that we were standing in his garden.
“We can't just run, Julian,” Clara said, standing up and wiping wet soil from her face as her jaw set in determination.
“If we run, he will use his money, his lawyers, and his corrupt police connections to hunt us down before we reach the city.”
“We have to destroy him tonight, right here on his own property, in front of the entire world.”
She reached into the pocket of her torn dress, pulling out the flash drive and the original holographic will we had pulled from the safe.
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“Marcus Croft is waiting at the main gate with two federal marshals,” I told her, pulling out my phone to verify the signal.
“If we can reach the security gatehouse, we can broadcast these documents directly to the Department of Justice server.”
