Chapter 15
Meanwhile, at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey, Harrison Cole was sprinting across the tarmac toward his private Gulfstream jet.
He carried two aluminum suitcases packed with cash and offshore diamonds, desperate to flee to a non-extradition country.
"Hold it right there, Cole!" a deep voice shouted through the rain.
Harrison turned around, pulling a snub-nosed revolver from his coat pocket.
Carter stepped out from behind a hangar, walking steadily across the wet concrete without slowing down.
"Get back, Sterling!" Harrison screamed, aiming the revolver with shaking hands. "I'll kill you right here!"
Carter didn't stop; he kept walking with terrifying composure, his blue suit soaked in rain.
Harrison fired two shots, but the rounds ricocheted harmlessly off the tactical ballistic vest Carter was wearing under his suit.
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Carter closed the distance instantly, grabbing Harrison's wrist and twisting the weapon out of his hand.
He drove a devastating right hook into Harrison's jaw, sending the disgraced billionaire crashing onto the wet tarmac.
