Chapter 23
Carter grabbed his tactical gear from the hidden wall safe, sprinting through the pouring rain toward his high-performance helicopter parked on the lawn.
The storm raged violently as he fired up the rotors, rising into the pitch-black night sky toward Colorado.
Four hours later, Carter landed in the freezing, snow-covered mountains outside a secluded estate in Aspen.
He moved through the blizzard like a vengeful specter, disarming three outer guards silently before reaching the main glass conservatory.
Inside, sitting by a roaring fireplace, was his elderly uncle, Reginald Sterling, holding a glass of aged cognac.
Standing beside him was a woman in a heavy winter coat, her face shadowed by the firelight.
Carter kicked open the heavy glass doors, his gun raised and aimed directly at Reginald's head.
"Give me my daughter, Reginald!" Carter thundered over the howling wind.
The woman by the fireplace slowly turned around, stepping into the dim firelight.
Carter’s eyes widened in utter, paralyzing disbelief as he looked at her face.
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It was Sarah—his wife, alive, holding a loaded firearm pointed directly at Carter's heart.
"Welcome to the end of the game, Carter," Sarah whispered softly, her finger tightening on the trigger.
