Chapter 14
The shattered glass crunched beneath Elena's shoes as she scrambled across the hardwood floor of the guest suite, slamming the interior balcony door shut and locking it from the inside. Through the glass, she watched Julian slam his fists against the pane, his face twisted in a mask of frustrated fury before he turned and vanished back along the catwalk toward the master suite.
Elena didn't pause to catch her breath. She grabbed a heavy wooden chair, jammed it beneath the doorknob of the guest room, and bolted out into the private corridor leading to the service elevator. Her hands were bleeding slightly from the glass shards, but the physical pain was entirely muted by a surge of cold, razor-sharp adrenaline.
She reached the service elevator, smashed the call button, and this time, the car answered immediately, sliding open with a welcoming chime. She stepped inside, hit the button for the sub-basement parking garage, and watched the digital floor numbers count down from fifty in a dizzying blur.
When the elevator doors opened to the subterranean garage, her black sedan was sitting right where she had left it. She unlocked the doors with her key fob, slipped into the driver's seat, and locked the doors manually.
As the car's electronics booted up, the dashboard display suddenly flashed with an incoming encrypted call. It wasn't the synthesized voice from earlier. It was Agent Miller's direct line.
Elena answered immediately, her voice steady and lethal as she put the call on speaker. "Miller. If you're calling to tell me my husband is safely in federal custody, save your breath. Julian is in the penthouse, and he has the master ledger."
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There was a brief pause on the other end of the line, followed by the sound of heavy typing and radio static. "We know, Mrs. Reynolds," Miller's
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