Chapter 3 - Uncovering the lethal chemical compound hidden inside the glass coffee pot that would have ended a powerful empire in three seconds flat tonight in Chicago.
The luxury sedan pulled into a private underground garage beneath a towering glass skyscraper in downtown Chicago.
"The coffee had an odorless, colorless nerve agent dissolved in the water line behind the diner counter," Dom explained as the doors opened automatically.
Sofia stepped out onto the polished concrete, her black waitress apron still tied loosely around her waist.
A team of armed security personnel in tactical gear formed a protective perimeter around them, ushering them toward the private express elevator.
"How did you know it was poisoned?" Dom asked, stopping near the elevator doors to look directly into her dark eyes.
"The steam rising from the pot didn't smell like roast beans; it smelled like bitter almonds and burnt copper," Sofia revealed quietly.
Dom's eyes narrowed slightly, acknowledging the extraordinary observational skill of a woman who worked a graveyard shift for twelve dollars an hour.
"You saved my life, Sofia, and in my world, a debt like that is paid with absolute loyalty and infinite resources," Dom declared.
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The elevator doors closed silently, ascending rapidly toward the penthouse suite while the city lights stretched out endlessly below.
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