Chapter 14
Thomas stepped out of the shadows at the end of the hallway, lowering his weapon slightly as he stared at the intruder.
"Eleanor...?" Thomas muttered in sheer disbelief, his mind struggling to process the impossible reality.
The woman lowered her hood, revealing a terrifying, sinister smile that bore no resemblance to the pathetic woman arrested earlier.
"Did you really think a local county jail could hold me, Thomas?" Eleanor asked smoothly, her voice entirely devoid of its former shriek.
"I founded this syndicate twenty years ago before you even met my sister."
Thomas raised his pistol, locking his sights dead center on her chest.
"You played the part of the helpless aunt while trading human lives for corporate power," Thomas stated, his voice trembling with fury.
"You traded your own family for blood money."
Eleanor did not flinch; she raised her silver satellite phone, pressing a single button on the screen.
"Look at your computer screen in the study, Thomas," Eleanor taunted softly.
"Your daughter's panic room ventilation system is currently pumping a fast-acting synthetic paralytic gas."
Thomas's blood ran ice cold as he realized the horrific trap he had walked into.
"If you shoot me, or if your federal agents try to breach this hallway..." Eleanor continued with a lethal grin.
"...Clara will stop breathing in less than ninety seconds."
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Thomas lowered his pistol two inches, his military discipline clashing violently with his desperate instinct as a father.
"You murderous bitch," Thomas whispered, stepping forward with murder in his eyes.
