Chapter 18 - A Final Showdown on the Cliffs of Newport Coast
Mark took a step back toward the front door, keeping his eyes locked on Arthur and his armed security team.
“What are you talking about, Arthur?” Mark demanded, his fingers tight around the grip of his pistol.
Arthur gestured toward the front door of the farmhouse, where Sarah was standing silently in the shadows of the entry hall.
“Tell him, Sarah,” Arthur commanded calmly, stopping at the bottom of the porch steps. “Tell him who paid for the explosives four years ago.”
Mark turned his head slightly, watching Sarah’s face drain of all color under the porch light.
“Sarah... what is he talking about?” Mark asked, a sudden cold dread knotting deep in his stomach.
Sarah stepped out onto the porch, her eyes filled with tears, but her jaw set in a tight, desperate line.
“He was going to take Lily away from me, Mark!” Sarah cried out, her voice trembling with hysteria. “Julian was going to hand her over to Arthur’s legal team and leave the country!”
Mark felt as if the ground beneath his feet had suddenly given way into a dark abyss.
“You... you blew up the boat?” Mark whispered in absolute horror, unable to comprehend the betrayal.
“I didn't mean to kill him!” Sarah sobbed, pulling a small silver revolver from her sweater pocket and pointing it at Mark. “I just wanted to stop him from taking my daughter!”
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Mark stood frozen between Arthur’s armed mercenaries on the lawn and Sarah pointing a gun at his back from the porch.
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