Chapter 14 - THE VANISHING IN ATLANTA
Meanwhile, at a quiet residential home in suburban Atlanta, Nora was putting Maya down in a crib.
Ethan sat near the window, coloring in a drawing book with bright crayons.
Detective Jackson stood in the living room, monitoring federal wiretaps on his laptop.
"Eleanor posted bail two hours ago," Jackson warned Nora as she walked out of the nursery. "She’s back at the Charleston estate under house arrest."
"She won't stay under house arrest, Jackson," Nora said, her instincts screaming that danger was near. "She has private jets registered in Georgia."
Suddenly, the house’s electrical power went dead, plunging the entire building into darkness.
The electronic security locks on the front and back doors chimed loudly as their back-up batteries failed.
"Get the kids!" Jackson shouted, drawing his sidearm and stepping into the hallway.
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The front door was kicked off its hinges with a deafening crash as smoke canisters were hurled into the foyer.
Nora sprinted toward the nursery, grabbing Maya from her crib while pulling Ethan by his arm.
