Chapter 13 - A Disturbed Phone Call From An Unknown Number
Late one rainy evening in the Atlanta safehouse, the secure landline telephone sitting on the kitchen counter rang loudly.
Ethan jumped slightly at the sharp sound, glancing over at his mother, who froze instantly mid-sentence.
Claire walked over slowly, picking up the heavy receiver and pressing it firmly against her ear without saying a word.
“You think you won, Claire... but this game isn't over until I say it’s over,” a raspy, distorted voice hissed through the line.
“Richard,” Claire said calmly, her fingers tightening around the plastic receiver until her knuckles turned pure white.
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“You can hide behind your federal marshals and your glass towers, but I’m coming back for what’s mine,” he whispered menacingly.
Before Claire could trace the call or respond, the line clicked dead with a sharp, electronic tone.
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