Chapter 18 - The StormSecurity lights flooded the property.
Guards moved through the grounds.
Doors locked automatically.
The women were moved into the protected wing.
No one was hurt.
Whoever had come had left before reaching the main building.
But on the stone terrace, we found something.
A small black memory drive.
David picked it up carefully.
"What is it?"
I stared at the tiny device.
"I think this is what they were looking for."
We took it inside.
The files contained documents.
Names.
Bank transfers.
Photographs.
Contracts.
And one final video.
I pressed play.
The image appeared.
It was recorded years earlier.
Before my marriage.
Before the slap.
Before the Harrington empire collapsed.
And sitting across from Callan's father was Marcus Vale.
But there was another person in the room.
Someone I knew.
May you like
Someone I trusted.
My breath stopped.
