Chapter 9 - Confronting Sarah About The Man In The Warehouse
The lack of hesitation in Sarah’s voice didn't reassure me; it only deepened the horrifying mystery of her potential involvement.
“Ice cream in an industrial warehouse district near the waterfront?” I asked, my tone hardening into a sharp edge.
Sarah froze mid-stride, her smile slipping away as she registered the unnatural coldness in my demeanor.
“What are you talking about, David? Mother took her to the village parlor down on Greenwich Avenue,” Sarah corrected defensively.
“Did she?” I stepped closer, pulling my phone from my pocket and placing it face-up on the marble kitchen island.
I tapped the screen to play the high-definition video I recorded inside the abandoned brick building less than an hour ago.
Julian’s voice echoed clearly through the quiet kitchen, followed by Evelyn’s distinct tones discussing the forty-million-dollar trust.
Sarah’s face drained of all color, her hands flying to her mouth as she staggered backward against the pantry cabinets.
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“Julian... that’s impossible... he died in the boating accident eight years ago,” Sarah whispered, her voice cracking with sheer terror.
“He didn't die, Sarah, and your mother has been hiding him in plain sight while using our daughter as leverage,” I stated flatly.
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