Chapter 13 - Uncovering The Dark History Of Previous Owners
“You think a little handgun is going to stop what’s already in motion, Ryan?” Marcus asked, stepping closer despite the weapon.
“The police are already five minutes away,” I warned him, keeping my finger resting lightly on the trigger.
“Let them come,” Marcus replied coolly, gesturing around the bedroom walls. “This entire house is wired with structural listening devices and backup escape routes.”
Caroline stood up between us, her hands shaking as she looked at her brother with a mix of terror and anger.
“You promised you would leave us alone, Marcus!” she shouted, tears streaming down her pale cheeks.
“I needed more capital to cross the Canadian border, sister,” Marcus sneered, pulling a heavy canvas bag from behind his back.
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He dropped it onto the floor, spilling a pile of jewelry, cash, and high-end electronics stolen from our neighbors over the past month.
“You’ve been burglarizing the entire suburb while hiding inside our walls?” I asked, astounded by the sheer audacity of his crimes.
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