Chapter 17 - The Trap Springs
Before Holland could hide the flash drive in his pocket, the pantry door swung open with a loud, metallic bang.
Celeste stood in the doorway, her eyes fixed on the small silver object clutched in the boy’s hand with predatory intensity.
“Well, well,” Celeste purred, stepping into the cool air of the pantry and blocking their only exit.
“It seems treason runs deep in this household.”
Martha stepped in front of Holland, spreading her arms wide to shield him from the woman she had served for years.
“Leave the boy alone, Celeste!” Martha shouted. “Your time is up! The federal authorities already know about the medical records!”
Celeste didn't flinch; instead, a dark, chilling smile spread slowly across her painted lips.
“Federal authorities?” Celeste mocked softly, pulling a heavy brass pestle from the kitchen counter shelf behind her.
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“Nobody is coming to save you, Martha.”
Before the old cook could react, Celeste swung the heavy brass instrument with terrifying force, striking Martha square across the temple.
