Chapter 9 - RACE AGAINST TIME
I walked slowly toward his desk. "You think you can take what I built? You think you can touch my family and live?"
"I think you don't have a choice," Marcus sneered, sliding a pen across the mahogany.
I picked up the pen. I looked at the contract. And then, I drove the heavy, metal pen straight through Marcus’s hand, pinning it to the desk.
Marcus screamed, a horrific sound of pure agony.
While he thrashed, Elias burst into the room, grabbing the titanium vial and tossing it to me.
"The police are in the elevator," Elias said calmly, ignoring Marcus's screams. "We have the confession from the nurse, and I just forwarded all of Marcus's offshore banking records to the FBI."
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"You're dead, Sloane!" Marcus shrieked, clutching his bleeding hand.
"No," I said, turning my back on him as the authorities swarmed the office. "You are."
