Chapter 11 - Sneaking Past The Armed Guards Under The Moonlight
Inside the timber cabin, Mark was pacing furiously across the hardwood floor while an armed security contractor watched from the doorway.
Sitting on a plush sofa near the stone fireplace was little Lily, clutching her stuffed rabbit and staring blankly at the wall.
Eleanor Vance stood over the child, speaking in sharp, hushed tones that vibrated faintly through the glass panes.
“We have to move her to the Canadian airstrip before sunrise,” Eleanor insisted, her aristocratic face twisted with panic.
“The police are already asking questions about the hospital records in Manhattan.”
Nora felt her fingers tighten around the grip of Miller’s backup pistol tucked safely inside her waistband.
“Wait for my signal,” Miller whispered in her ear, positioning himself near the cabin’s heavy oak back door.
Nora nodded silently, slipping away from the window toward the fuse box mounted on the exterior cedar wall.
With a quick flick of her wrist, she threw the master circuit breaker, plunging the entire cabin into pitch-black darkness.
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Inside, shouts echoed through the wooden rooms as the security guard scrambled to draw his weapon in the sudden gloom.
Miller kicked the back door open with a thunderous crash, shouting federal commands as flashlights cut through the smoke.
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