Chapter 17 - Infiltrating The Isolated Lake House During A Thunderstorm
The secure coordinates Nora extracted from Mark’s encrypted video led them to a private airfield in northern Vermont.
A twin-engine private jet idled on the tarmac, its turbine engines whining against the freezing wind.
Standing near the boarding ramp was Mark Vance, holding a briefcase stuffed with cash and fraudulent passports.
Beside him stood Eleanor, gripping a frightened nanny by the arm as they prepared to board the aircraft.
“We end this right here,” Miller said, stepping out from behind a fuel truck with his badge held high.
“Federal marshals! Drop your weapons and step away from the aircraft!”
Mark spun around, his face draining of color as he saw Nora walking out from the shadows behind the snowplow.
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“Nora... listen to me, I can explain everything,” Mark stammered, holding his hands up defensively.
“You sold our daughter to a human trafficking ring for corporate power, Mark,” Nora said, her voice dripping with lethal calm.
