Chapter 17 - THE MYSTERIOUS PACKAGE
Three months passed in serene, undisturbed tranquility beneath the majestic shadow of the Rocky Mountains.
The winter snow blanketed the Montana landscape in pristine white, turning the cabin into a cozy, isolated sanctuary.
One afternoon, a postal delivery van crunched up the freshly plowed driveway, dropping off a single small package at the front porch.
Elena retrieved the parcel while her baby napped peacefully upstairs in her wooden crib.
The box bore no return address, wrapped in heavy brown paper and sealed with thick, black industrial wax.
She carried it over to the wooden kitchen table, pulling a small utility knife from her pocket to slice through the seal.
Inside rested an old, analog audio cassette tape and a handwritten note scrawled on heavy cardstock paper.
Her brow furrowed in deep concentration as she picked up the note, reading the unfamiliar handwriting line by line.
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The syndicate didn't die with Julian or Victoria. There are three more board members left in Washington, the note warned chillingly.
Elena's blood ran cold as she realized her undercover mission had only scratched the surface of a much deeper web.
