Chapter 17 - The High Stakes Showdown Inside The Downtown Skyscraper
The black town car parked in front of the deserted downtown warehouse, and the passenger door swung open slowly. A silver-haired man wearing an expensive tailored overcoat stepped out into the misty Chicago night. He looked around cautiously before pulling his silk scarf up to obscure his lower face against the chill.
Even with the altered appearance, the familiar posture and arrogant stride confirmed his identity instantly. It was Richard Vance, walking like a ghost returned from the dead to claim his stolen prize. He walked up to the side metal door of the warehouse, sliding an industrial key card into the digital lock.
The heavy steel door clicked open, and Richard stepped inside the dimly lit cavernous interior space. "We have visual confirmation; the target has entered the kill zone," Agent Miller spoke into his tactical radio.
Alejandro and I watched the live interior camera feeds from the climate-controlled command van parked outside. Richard walked toward a wooden crate placed in the center of the room bearing a fake ledger mockup.
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"Got you, you bastard," Alejandro muttered under his breath, gripping the edge of the control console. Richard reached out his hand to open the wooden crate, expecting to find his twenty-year-old insurance policy.
Suddenly, blinding floodlights clicked on simultaneously, bathing the entire warehouse interior in harsh white illumination.
