Chapter 42 - the empty hallway
The private elevator chimed softly, opening directly into the dimly lit, expansive penthouse foyer. The air was crisp, carrying a faint, unmistakable scent of expensive European tobacco—a scent that immediately made my muscles tense into solid steel.
I stepped out of the elevator, moving with the terrifying, silent grace of a shadow. My hands hovered near my holstered weapon as my sharp eyes scanned the pristine marble corridors. Every single light in the foyer had been deliberately switched off.
"Show yourself," I whispered, my voice a low, lethal warning that echoed softly against the walls.
A slow, mocking chuckle echoed from the shadows near the grand piano. A tall, slender man stepped out from the darkness, wearing an impeccably tailored grey suit. He wasn't holding a gun; instead, he was holding a delicate, silver-framed photograph of Dominic and me.
"Arthur Hayes trained you well, Avery," the man spoke smoothly, his voice dripping with venomous arrogance. "Too bad your father's tragic little accident didn't teach you to stay out of business that doesn't belong to you."
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My blood instantly turned to ice. He knew my father. He knew about the crash.
👉 read part 43 to discover the intruder's deadly identity.
