Chapter 14 - THE COMPROMISING FILES
Clara reached into her trench coat and pulled out a heavy, waterproof folder stuffed with original paper documents.
"These are the receipts of every supply block, fake health inspection, and forced buyout Eleanor executed on my father," she said.
Damon took the folder, flipping through the pages under the pale glow of a nearby security light with grim satisfaction.
"This is the missing puzzle piece," Damon murmured. "My financial data proves the crime; your data proves the motive."
"It’s enough to deny her bail entirely when the federal indictments drop tomorrow morning," Clara stated firmly.
Suddenly, the sharp glare of high-beam headlights illuminated the entire marina parking lot from behind.
Three unmarked black SUVs tore around the corner, screeching to a halt and blocking off the only exit road.
Damon’s tactical instincts flared instantly, recognizing the unmistakable silhouette of his mother’s private security detail.
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"They tracked your phone or mine," Damon cursed under his breath, grabbing Clara's arm to pull her toward cover.
"Run!" he yelled, shoving her toward the side entrance of the old, rusting warehouse as heavy doors slammed open.
