Chapter 6 - THE TRAP IS SET
Looking at Callahan, standing vulnerable and completely devoted to me, the ice around my heart began to thaw. He was not the fire that burned me; he was the boy who destroyed his own life trying to save mine.
"We aren't giving it to him," I said fiercely, taking his hand. "And we aren't dying today."
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I formulated a plan. I called Arthur back, agreeing to exchange the ledger for our safety, but I insisted on choosing the location: the basement of the church where Callahan taught piano. It was a labyrinth of heavy oak doors, narrow hallways, and poor lighting. It was an environment where Arthur's eyesight would be hindered, but Callahan, who had memorized every inch of that basement in the dark, would have the absolute advantage.
We arrived at the church as the evening shadows lengthened. I positioned Callahan near the main breaker box, his hand resting on the heavy steel lever. I stood at the far end of the sanctuary hall, the leather ledger clutched tightly against my chest.
