Chapter 6 - Confronting Silas Crane At Dawn
The heavy oak gates of Silas Crane’s Lake Geneva estate swung open effortlessly as Knox’s black SUV rolled up the gravel driveway.
Dawn was just beginning to streak the eastern sky with pale purple and gold light, illuminating the sprawling waterfront mansion.
Toby cut the engine, and four armed operatives fanned out silently across the manicured lawns with practiced military precision.
Knox stepped out of the vehicle, his boots crunching against the frosty grass as he walked toward the grand mahogany front doors.
He didn't bother knocking; he simply raised his right boot and kicked the heavy door inward with a deafening crash.
The reinforced wooden frame splintered instantly, echoing through the cavernous, expensive foyer like a gunshot.
Upstairs, hurried footsteps scrambled across hardwood floors as sleepy servants and panicked guards awoke to the invasion.
Silas Crane stumbled out of a master bedroom upstairs, wearing an expensive silk bathrobe and clutching a silver-plated revolver.
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“What the hell is going on here?! Do you know who I am?!” Silas bellowed, his voice cracking with sudden, unadulterated panic.
Knox stood at the bottom of the grand staircase, looking up like an executioner viewing his condemned prisoner.
