Chapter 31 - The Shadow at the Window
At midnight, heavy rain lashed against the reinforced glass windows of the McLean estate as security alarms remained silent.
David sat at his study desk reviewing the encrypted transcripts of Senator Miller's voice recording from the Richmond archive.
Suddenly, the estate's automated exterior floodlights flickered once and died, plunging the surrounding grounds into pitch darkness.
Downstairs, the heavy oak front door creaked open slowly, followed by the soft sound of wet boots stepping onto the foyer floor.
David reached into his desk drawer, pulling out his licensed sidearm as he stepped quietly toward the study doorway.
Through the glass French doors leading to the dark backyard patio, a tall figure in a wet trench coat stood motionless in the rain.
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The figure lifted a hand, tapping three slow, deliberate knocks against the glass pane directly beneath the framed American flag.
As a brilliant flash of lightning illuminated the stormy night, the stranger smiled coldly, holding up an identical voice recorder...
