Chapter 8 - The Chase in the Storm
Daniel ignored his bleeding shoulder. He grabbed his own sidearm from the lockbox in the master suite, his eyes burning with lethal intent. "Stay here, Clara," he commanded, but she was already right behind him, her eyes fierce. "He's my son. I'm coming." They raced through the darkened mansion and out into the torrential rain. Elias was dragging Oliver toward the cliffside helipad, where a private chopper was already spinning its rotors, waiting for an extraction. The wind howled, whipping Clara's soaked hair across her face. They were running out of time. Daniel raised his gun, but the visibility was zero, and Oliver was too close to Elias. Clara didn't wait for a tactical advantage. She took a shortcut through the hedge maze, her bare feet slipping on the mud, adrenaline pushing her beyond human limits. She emerged right at the edge of the helipad, directly in Elias's blind spot.
