Chapter 2 - The Deafening Crack of Justice
The sharp, deafening report of Richard’s handgun tore through the screaming wind high above the Los Angeles skyline.
A single bullet pierced the upper frame of Eleanor’s helicopter door, sending a shower of metallic sparks across the cabin floor.
Eleanor shrieked in absolute terror, her aristocratic composure shattering instantly as she dropped her glass of scotch.
“Shoot him down! Do whatever it takes to get rid of that lunatic!” Eleanor screamed at her terrified pilot.
Below them, Claire dangled helplessly in her heavy-duty aviation harness, her dusty blue maternity dress whipping wildly in the gale.
Tears streamed down her pale face as she looked up through the blur of rotor wash at her father’s approaching aircraft.
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Richard’s eyes burned with unadulterated fury from the cockpit of his navy blue twin-engine plane, his jaw locked in cold determination.
He banked his aircraft aggressively, sliding directly into the flight path of Eleanor’s chopper to force a mandatory landing.
