Chapter 6 - THE TRAIN TICKET
Marcus collapsed onto the carpet. I ripped open the folder; it contained Eleanor’s complete extraction plan and offshore routing numbers.
"Why help us now?" Julian demanded, pressing a jacket against Marcus's wound.
"Because she isn't just your stepmother, Julian," Marcus wheezed, coughing up blood. "Look at the birth certificates."
I flipped to the back of the file and gasped. Eleanor wasn't just a socialite. She was my estranged aunt—the woman who had originally tried to sell me to the syndicate ten years ago.
"She used you to get to my father," Julian realized, the horror dawning on him.
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"And now she's using my son to get to you," I said, my blood running cold.
Marcus shoved a faded train ticket into Julian's hand. "Locker 1014. Grand Central. End this."
