PART 4: Shadows in the Alley
“We need to leave right now,” the lawyer whispered, slamming the receiver down and grabbing a heavy leather briefcase from beneath his desk. He explained that Nathan’s ruthless stepson had just filed an emergency motion to seize the estate, claiming Nathan was mentally incompetent when he signed his final directives. They had tracked my vehicle to the attorney’s building, surrounding the private parking lot before we could secure the legal documents.
We rushed down the narrow back stairwell, the echo of our footsteps bouncing off the cold concrete walls as adrenaline surged through my veins. The quiet, peaceful world I knew as a hospice volunteer was completely gone, replaced by a cutthroat war over a fortune I had never asked to inherit. I clutched the mahogany box tightly against my chest, determined to protect the only tangible proof of my father’s true legacy.
As we pushed through the heavy emergency exit into the alley, two black SUVs blocked the narrow street, their high beams blinding us in the rainy darkness.
Who stepped out into the pouring rain? Go to the next part to discover the horrifying truth…
