Chapter 2 - The Black SUVs Arrive In The Freezing Rain
The piercing glare of halogen headlights sliced through the sheet of torrential rain drowning the quiet Highland Park avenue.
Two matte-black Suburban SUVs pulled smoothly to the curb, their heavy tires splashing wet gravel over the concrete edge.
Before the engines even cut out, the rear doors swung wide, and three men in tailored tactical coats stepped into the storm.
The lead security officer, a hardened former Marine named Miller, dropped to one knee beside Claire on the cold asphalt.
“Ms. Vance, your father dispatched us directly,” Miller said, gently draping a thick heated thermal blanket over her shivering shoulders.
A private physician emerged from the second vehicle carrying a medical trauma kit, immediately inspecting the deep bruising along her cheekbone.
Claire looked up through her soaked eyelashes, her bloodied lip quivering slightly, yet her eyes burned with an icy, calm resolve.
“Is my father at the lake house?” Claire asked, her voice raspy from the freezing wind and choked-back tears.
“Mr. Vance is already in his executive war room in downtown Chicago,” Miller replied as he carefully helped her into the heated SUV cabin.
As the tinted window rolled up, Claire glanced back one final time at Grant Whitmore’s brightly illuminated three-story brick mansion.
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Inside, Grant was pouring another crystal glass of expensive cabernet for Vanessa, completely oblivious to the financial storm heading his way.
The two SUVs accelerated into the foggy darkness, leaving the Highland Park estate behind to begin the systematic execution of Grant’s downfall.
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