Chapter 9: The Final Stand
The garage door was halfway up when Martha appeared in the rearview mirror.
She wasn't screaming anymore. She was holding a small, silver pistol.
She fired.
The bullet shattered the rearview mirror.
Elena ducked, her heart hammering against her ribs. She shifted into drive and floored it.
The SUV screeched forward, narrowly missing Martha as she dove out of the way.
Elena tore down the long, winding driveway. The rain was a blindfold.
She looked at her phone. 11:55 PM.
She reached the main gate. It was locked.
She didn't slow down.
She crashed through the wrought iron gates, the metal groaning as it gave way.
She was out. She was on the open road.
In the distance, she saw the blue and red lights.
The check-in. The fail-safe.
She had sent the location to the FBI twenty minutes before the interrogation began. They were right on time.
