Chapter 9 - THE SAFEHOUSE IN TRIBECA
By four o'clock in the morning, the armored SUV pulled into a subterranean garage beneath a high-security Tribeca loft.
Marcus carried both twin boys in his arms, their heads resting heavy on his charcoal grey dress shirt.
Evelyn followed closely behind, carrying the black leather briefcase with a firm, practiced grip.
They took a private keycard elevator directly up to the thirty-fifth floor penthouse overlooking the Hudson River.
Inside the penthouse, floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflected the distant sparkling lights of the Manhattan skyline.
Agent Vance locked the reinforced titanium elevator doors, plugging a scrambling device into the wall terminal.
"You're safe here for seventy-two hours while the task force sweeps your Greenwich estate," Vance stated.
Marcus laid his sons down on a plush velvet sofa, covering them with a warm cashmere throw blanket.
He turned to Evelyn, his dark eyes narrowing as he confronted her once again in the quiet room.
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"Now tell me the real reason my father hired an elite operative to live in my house as a nanny."
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