Chapter 9: The Journey to Le Havre
The drive to Le Havre was silent and tense. Heavy fog rolled off the English Channel, shrouding the coastal port in a thick grey mist. The abandoned industrial docks looked like towering iron skeletons against the dreary sky.
Julian drove a separate vehicle, staying far enough behind to avoid detection while coordinating with a specialized police unit positioned a mile away. Arthur sat in the passenger seat of his sedan, the ledger resting on his lap.
He thought back to the years he had wasted holding onto pride, angry at Eleanor for making her own choices. He realized how meaningless wealth and prestige were without the people you love. Every mile closer to the docks strengthened his determination to make amends.
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