Chapter 8 - THE REVELATION
Julian threw himself in front of Leo. The gunshot echoed across the black water as Julian took the bullet in his shoulder, crashing hard onto the concrete docks.
Sirens wailed in the distance—the dead-man's switch had instantly forwarded the ledger to the FBI. Hearing the sirens, Eleanor’s guards abandoned her, scattering into the night. I lunged forward, tackling Eleanor to the ground and pinning her wrist until she dropped the weapon.
I ran to Julian and Leo. My son was crying, completely unhurt, clinging to the bleeding man on the ground.
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Julian grimaced, clutching his ruined shoulder. He looked at Leo, really looked at him for the first time. The distinct shape of his jaw. The deep, piercing green of his eyes.
"Clara," Julian whispered, his breathing shallow. "He's not just your son... is he?"
