Chapter 7 - Escaping The Industrial District Before Being Spotted Today
Below me, Julian checked an expensive gold wristwatch and tossed the manila folder onto the folding table with a sharp slap.
“Pack up the equipment and take the girl back to the Greenwich guest cottage before David returns from his supposed flight,” Julian ordered.
“If he suspects anything out of the ordinary, play the dotting grandmother routine until we finalize the bank transfers,” Evelyn agreed.
My heart hammered as I heard footsteps turning toward the interior stairwell leading directly up to the second-floor loft.
Without wasting a fraction of a second, I spun around on my heel and bolted back toward the rusted fire escape door.
I slipped out into the bright afternoon sunlight, pulling the heavy metal door shut behind me with a silent click.
Descending the iron steps three at a time, I sprinted across the gravel alleyway and scrambled back into the driver's seat of the Range Rover.
I started the engine smoothly, letting the heavy-duty exhaust purr quietly as I backed out into the deserted industrial street.
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Through my side mirror, I watched Evelyn’s SUV pull out from the front of the brick building just two minutes behind me.
I kept three blocks of distance between us, tailing them effortlessly back toward the affluent residential tree-lined streets of Greenwich.
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