Chapter 9 - The Truth Surrounding a Decades Old Mystery
The warehouse fell into an excruciating silence, save for the heavy patter of rain pounding relentlessly against the corrugated tin roof.
Ethan felt the ground beneath his boots shift as Julian’s words dug deep into memories he had buried since childhood.
He remembered the black-and-white police reports, the closed-casket funeral, and Arthur’s refusal to ever speak her name again.
"You're lying to save your own skin, Julian!" Ethan yelled, though a slight tremor of uncertainty now crept into his voice.
Julian reached into his inner jacket pocket slowly, pulling out a faded, yellowed newspaper clipping from thirty years prior.
He tossed the clipping across the wooden table; it slid across the surface and landed directly at Ethan's boots.
Ethan glanced down briefly, seeing an official Boston Police forensic report marked CLASSIFIED detailing brake line sabotage on his mother's sedan.
"He killed her, Ethan. And tonight, he was going to sign over the entire estate to a charity to keep us from inheriting a single dime," Julian stated.
Ethan stood paralyzed, his gun still raised, but his mind drowning in a sea of conflicting loyalties and horrific revelations.
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Before Ethan could process the truth, the heavy double doors of the warehouse were smashed open by a black armored vehicle.
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