Chapter 17 - The Man Who Was Supposed to Be DeadA figure stepped from the shadows.
Victor Sterling.
Older than in the photographs.
Calm.
Almost gentle.
Clara raised the flashlight.
“You're supposed to be dead.”
Victor smiled.
“So was my brother.”
“What do you want?”
“To finish what Eleanor started.”
Clara's heart raced.
“You hurt people.”
Victor's expression hardened.
“No. Eleanor did.”
He stepped closer.
“She was reckless. Emotional. She believed wealth made her untouchable.”
“And you?”
“I believed information did.”
Clara understood.
Eleanor had been the visible monster.
Victor had been the architect behind the curtain.
Then a gunshot echoed from somewhere upstairs.
Victor looked toward the ceiling.
May you like
“They found us.”
Clara ran.
