Chapter 3 - The Creaking Door On The Second Floor Master Suite
Jim swallowed hard, his hand hovering dangerously near the black tactical holster attached to his duty belt beside his gold badge.
“You don't understand what’s happening in this house, Mr. Sterling,” Jim whispered, his eyes darting frantically toward the dark upper hallway above.
“If I tell you who authorized the vault transfer, none of us are walking out of this foyer alive before the sun comes up.”
Leo held Elena’s hand tightly, his thumb frantically tapping the black glass of his dead smartphone screen to force the power backup to load.
“Dad! The camera feed was streaming live to the secondary server in the basement!” Leo yelled, his young voice echoing off the high ceiling.
Suddenly, the grand mahogany double doors of the master suite at the end of the second-floor balcony swung fully open into the dark hall.
A tall figure in a tailored grey wool coat stepped slowly into the soft moonlight filtering through the tall arched glass windows.
It was Victoria Sterling, Marcus’s estranged wife, who was supposed to be in a private rehabilitation facility in Miami, Florida.
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She held a sleek silver flash drive between her manicured fingers, looking down at her husband and son with a cold, triumphant smile.
“He was working for me, Marcus,” Victoria announced, her voice echoing down the marble staircase like a death sentence pronounced in court.
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