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Chapter 6 - Ethan’s Price

Daniel looked as if someone had struck him.

“Ethan?”

Ethan smiled.

“You were always too trusting.”

Margaret began crying.

“Daniel, don’t give him the box.”

Ethan pressed the weapon closer to her shoulder.

“Mom, please don’t make this dramatic.”

I listened from inside the surveillance van with Detective Monroe.

Marcus whispered.

“We move now.”

Monroe shook her head.

“Not yet.”

Ethan demanded the box.

Daniel pushed it across the floor.

“You kidnapped our mother for money?”

Ethan’s smile vanished.

“This isn’t about money.”

“It always is with people like you.”

“You have no idea what this family is.”

Ethan explained that Charles Harrington had discovered the theft years earlier.

But the corruption had spread far beyond Richard and Victor.

Politicians received foundation money through consulting contracts.

Judges received property deals.

Police commanders received private investments.

Business leaders used the network to hide illegal payments.

The Harrington Foundation had become a laundering machine.

Samuel discovered it.

Charles tried to expose it.

Both men died.

Daniel whispered.

“You killed Dad?”

Ethan looked away.

That answer was enough.

Then another vehicle entered the warehouse.

Victor Hale stepped out.

Richard Sloan followed.

Ethan’s confidence immediately disappeared.

“You said nobody else was coming.”

Victor smiled.

“And you believed me.”

Richard shot Ethan in the leg.

Margaret screamed.

Daniel lunged toward his brother.

Victor raised his weapon.

“Stay where you are.”

Suddenly, the warehouse became clear.

Ethan had betrayed his family.

But Ethan was never the mastermind.

He had merely been promised protection.

Victor opened Box 317.

He smiled when he saw the documents.

Then Detective Monroe whispered into her radio.

“Move.”

Police flooded the warehouse.

Richard ran.

Victor fired toward a side exit.

Daniel pulled Margaret behind a steel container.

I watched through the van window as officers surrounded the building.

Then Marcus grabbed my arm.

“We need to go.”

“Why?”

His expression was grim.

“Because someone just accessed the surveillance feed.”

“Who?”

He looked toward the dark parking lot.

“Someone who knows exactly where we are.”

A black SUV appeared behind our van.

Its headlights came on.

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Marcus reached for his radio.

The SUV accelerated directly toward us.

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