PART 6: The Unmasking
We sprinted through the damp, narrow tunnel as the sounds of gunfire echoed far behind us, finally bursting out into an abandoned industrial warehouse. Standing in the center of the vast, hollow space was a fleet of black sedans surrounded by armed federal agents. A tall man in a tailored suit stepped forward into the dim light, holding a thick file and looking down at me with an unsettling familiarity.
The lawyer stepped beside him, lowering his weapon and offering a formal, respectful nod that instantly made my blood run cold. The entire home invasion hadn’t been a robbery attempt by Carl’s enemies; it was a staged trial to test if I would carry the briefcase to safety. The lawyer had been working for the syndicate all along, using Carl’s dying wish to draw me out into the open.
The tall man pulled off his dark sunglasses, his cold blue eyes locking onto mine with terrifying intensity. What was the horrifying relationship between the syndicate leader and my past? Go to the next part to discover the horrifying truth…
