Chapter 4: The Confrontation on the Balcony
Marcus walked toward the main entrance of the mansion, leaving the Bentley in the middle of the driveway. He didn't try to hide his stride. He walked straight through the heavy oak doors, past the terrified maid in the foyer, and up the sweeping grand staircase.
He stepped onto the balcony.
Evelyn was standing now, leaning against the railing, adjusting her silk scarf. She looked him up and down. "You're late, Marcus. Why haven't you left for the office?"
"The brakes are cut, Evelyn," Marcus said, his voice low and dangerous.
She didn't flinch. She simply tilted her head. "A terrible mechanical failure. One I’m sure the insurance company will cover."
"There is no insurance for attempted murder," Marcus retorted. "And there’s no covering up the fact that a child watched you do it. I have him on the phone, Evelyn. My brother is listening to every word. The police are on their way, and they aren't the local precinct. I called the state troopers."
For the first time, her mask slipped. Her hands, which had been perfectly manicured and steady, began to twitch. The realization of her own undoing reflected in her eyes, turning her sophisticated exterior into something brittle and hollow.
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"He's a vagrant child," she spat, her voice losing its polished tone. "No one will believe him over me."
"They will," Marcus said, pointing to the driveway where Leo stood, now flanked by the groundskeeper who had heard the commotion and rushed over. "Because I’m not the only one who saw you, Evelyn. I’m just the one who survived."
