Chapter 3: The Shadow at the Door
Chapter 3: The Shadow at the Door
The emotional reunion was cut short by the sound of a heavy, metallic click from the restaurant's entrance. Arthur’s head snapped toward the glass doors. He saw them immediately—three men in dark suits, their hands hovering near their waistbands, scanning the room with cold, clinical precision.
Arthur’s face paled. He stood up, his arrogance replaced by a frantic, protective urgency.
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"They found me," he hissed to Maria, grabbing her hand. "The people I ran from all those years ago—the ones who took everything from me—they've been tracking the accounts. They didn't come for me, Maria. They came for the witness."
He realized then why he had been "lucky" for thirty years. He had been a target, and he had unwittingly led them straight to the only person who had ever shown him true kindness. The restaurant, once a place of luxury, had become a cage.
