Chapter 11 - The Safehouse in Aspen
Nestled deep in the snowy pine forests of Aspen, Colorado, a heavy timber cabin overlooked a frozen lake.
Maya stood on the wrap-around porch, wearing a warm cream cable-knit sweater, watching armed guards patrol the perimeter.
Liam walked out onto the porch, carrying two steaming mugs of black coffee, and wrapped a blanket over her shoulders.
"You should be resting, Maya," Liam murmured gently, handing her one of the mugs.
"I can't sleep, Liam," Maya replied, looking out over the white snow. "I keep seeing her face in the hallway."
"She can't touch you here," Liam assured her, pulling her close against his chest.
"The cabin is equipped with ballistic glass, facial-recognition cameras, and an underground panic vault," he explained.
Suddenly, a guard's radio crackled with static: "Boss, we have multiple unidentified vehicles approaching the main gate!"
Liam set his coffee mug down instantly, drawing a concealed 9mm pistol from his jacket holster.
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"Maya, get inside the panic vault right now!" Liam ordered, pushing her toward the reinforced heavy oak door.
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