Chapter 19 - The Guarded Safehouse
Realizing Maya was not safe even inside a hospital, federal marshals arranged an immediate transfer to a secure location.
At midnight, an armored transport vehicle escorted Maya and Hannah to a secluded US Marshal safehouse in Key Biscayne.
Perched on the quiet coast, the safehouse was guarded by four armed federal officers and twenty-four-hour electronic surveillance.
Maya sat in a comfortable rocking chair overlooking the ocean, holding a cup of warm chamomile tea in her hands.
"You saved our lives again, Hannah," Maya said softly, looking at the brave maid with deep, tearful gratitude.
"We are a team now, Maya," Hannah replied gently, sitting on the footstool beside her. "No one gets left behind."
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Outside the window, the sea breeze rustled the palm leaves under the bright Florida stars, offering a rare moment of peace.
For the first time in nine agonizing months, Maya felt truly protected from the monstrous dynasty that had tried to consume her.
