Chapter 13 - A Knock At The Manor Doors
A sharp, heavy thud echoed through the grand foyer downstairs, breaking the heavy silence of the stormy night.
Someone was pounding on the massive oak front doors, demanding entry with arrogant, aggressive persistence.
Elias paused in the corridor, raising his pistol as he listened to the muffled shouts drifting up from the entrance hall.
“Open up! Federal marshals executing an emergency search warrant!” a harsh voice bellowed through the storm.
Elias smiled grimly, knowing federal marshals didn't scale eastern cliffs in scuba gear during a Category 3 hurricane.
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They were hitmen masquerading as law enforcement, sent to clean up loose ends before dawn broke over Grayport.
He didn't answer the door, letting the heavy oak absorb the frantic pounding while he waited for them to make a move.
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