Chapter 10
Riggs collapsed back against the rusted garage wall, trembling violently as he held his hands up in surrender.
"It wasn't my idea!" Riggs panicked, his eyes wide with genuine terror as he stared at the wrench in Ethan's hand.
"Eleanor paid me fifty grand to say the brake line was cut by road debris!"
"Who cut the line, Donald?" Ethan demanded, stepping into his personal space with terrifying intensity.
"It was Julian!" Riggs confessed, sobbing openly in the dim garage lighting.
"Julian Vance came to the garage two hours before she left the Hamptons estate!"
"He had a pair of hydraulic cutters... he told me if I ever said a word, he'd put me in the ground next to her!"
Ethan took a deep, steadying breath, his chest heaving as the truth finally laid bare before him.
He pulled a hidden recording device from his inner coat pocket and pressed the stop button, saving the audio file.
"You're going to tell this exact same story to the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Donald," Ethan said coldly.
"If you cooperate, you might spend ten years in federal prison instead of dying in a cell."
Outside the garage, the sound of screeching tires cut through the quiet hum of the morning rain.
Two black sedans pulled up onto the gravel driveway, blocking the exit of the auto repair shop completely.
Four armed men dressed in dark tactical gear stepped out of the vehicles, drawing silenced weapons from their jackets.
Julian Vance stepped out of the passenger side of the lead vehicle, holding a heavy tactical pistol in his hand.
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"You always were too smart for your own good, Ethan," Julian said through the open garage door with a cold smile.
"It's a pity you won't live long enough to see your daughter grow up."
