Chapter 27 - THE SECOND BROTHER
"Who are you?!" Clara demanded, her hand hovering over the security panic button mounted on the foyer wall.
The stranger slowly reached up, taking off his wet hat to reveal a face that made Clara’s breath stop entirely in her throat.
He had the exact same sharp blue eyes, high cheekbones, and dark hair as her late husband, Richard Vance.
He looked older, weathered, with a jagged white scar running from his left temple down to his jawline.
"Hello, Clara..." the man spoke, his voice deep, raspy, and painfully familiar to her ears.
"Richard?" Clara gasped out, her knees trembling so violently she had to hold onto the marble console table for support.
"Richard died in a plane crash six years ago in the Colorado mountains!" Clara cried, tears blurring her vision.
"The plane crash was staged, Clara... by David Cole," the man dropped a terrifying, soul-crushing bomb.
Clara froze, staring at the man in total, paralyzed disbelief as the thunder roared violently outside the house.
"What... what did you just say?" Clara whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain.
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"David Cole didn't rescue you, Clara... he planned Richard's disappearance to gain control of the forty-million-dollar trust," the stranger alleged.
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