Chapter 13 - The Sinking Trust
The earth beneath the heavy black SUV groaned in protest before collapsing entirely into a dark, water-filled sinkhole that had been cleverly disguised with a layer of artificial brush and pine needles. The front end of the vehicle pitched downward at a sickening forty-five-degree angle, plunging directly into the freezing, murky water below.
Eleanor shrieked, stumbling backward as mud and debris rained down into the crater. The SUV’s engine roared as the tires spun uselessly in the air before the vehicle slid deeper, half-submerged in the hidden underground reservoir that the old logging trail had been built over.
"No! My files!" Eleanor screamed, lunging toward the edge of the sinkhole, but the ground beneath her feet began to crumble further, forcing her to scramble backward to save her own life.
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