Chapter 7 - THE TRAIN TICKET
“She’s not at the station, is she?” I said loudly, stopping in my tracks.
Marcus jabbed the gun toward me. “Keep moving, housekeeper.”
“You said she was waiting with the money,” I continued, turning to face him. I pointed at the red coat. “That’s my coat. I bought it. Why is it covered in blood, Marcus?”
Lauren gasped, seeing the stains. “Chloe…”
Paul’s head snapped up. “What? Marcus, you said she was safe! You said if I gave you the money, she could go to the station!”
“You idiot,” Marcus laughed harshly. “She was going to the cops. I couldn’t let her do that. I took the money, Paul. The kid is only alive because I figured the Morettis might want a hostage.”
Paul let out a guttural scream and lunged at Marcus.
It was a sloppy, desperate tackle, but it was enough to knock Marcus off balance. The gun fired into the metal ceiling with a deafening crack.
In the chaos, Mr. Falcone moved with terrifying speed. He swept Marcus’s legs out from under him, pinning the much larger man to the concrete floor and wrenching the gun from his grip in one fluid motion.
Mr. Falcone stood, aiming the weapon down at his former guard.
Paul scrambled backward, clutching his shoulder where the bullet had grazed him. He looked at the red coat, devastated.
Lauren was sobbing, holding Tommy tight against her chest.
I walked over to the coat and reached into the pocket, pulling out a single piece of stiff paper.
It was a train ticket to Montreal. But it wasn’t for Chloe. It wasn’t for Tommy.
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It had Paul’s name on it. Just Paul.
“You knew she was dead,” I said, looking down at my husband. “You gave Marcus the money to let you walk away alone.”
