Chapter 10: The Confrontation
At Warehouse 4, the rusted iron doors stood half-open. Arthur stepped out of his car, carrying the briefcase containing the ledger, and walked into the cavernous, dimly lit building. The smell of salt water and old rust filled the air.
At the far end of the warehouse stood Victor Vane, flanked by two armed men. Tied to a wooden chair beside them was Eleanor, bruised and exhausted, but alive.
"Dad!" Eleanor cried out, her voice echoing off the corrugated metal walls. "No! Why did you come?"
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"Because you are my daughter," Arthur said clearly, his voice steady as he stopped twenty yards away.
Victor smiled thin, humorless smile. "A touching family reunion, Mr. Sterling. Now, set the briefcase on the ground and step back."
