Chapter 15 - The Final Blueprint
The rhythmic clicking sound echoed out of the dark alcove with chilling precision, freezing every movement in the library. Eleanor raised her weapon again, stepping past Arthur and training her laser sight directly into the hidden room.
"What is that?" Jonathan demanded, his eyes wide as he moved alongside Eleanor.
David, still bound to the old wooden chair, chuckled softly—a dry, raspy sound that sent shivers down everyone's spine. He tilted his head back, his milky eyes gleaming in the dim light.
"You thought Thomas was the only one who prepared for this day?" David croaked, his voice dripping with dark irony. "Thirty years in the dark gives a man a lot of time to think. And a lot of time to wire things up."
Arthur slowly lifted his head, his face contorting in sudden, absolute terror. "David... no. What did you do?"
"I didn't spend three decades listening to you build an empire on my grave without setting a final foundation stone, Thomas," David smiled, lifting his bound hands slightly to reveal a small, makeshift detonator strapped to his knee, rigged to a network of old copper wires running beneath the floorboards. "The entire estate was built on stolen property. If I don't get my name back, nobody gets to keep the house."
"Everybody out! Now!" Eleanor roared, grabbing Jonathan by the shoulder and shoving him toward the hallway. She turned to Mark, Sarah, and Leo, her face pale with urgency. "Run! The house is rigged!"
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Mark didn't hesitate. He scooped ten-year-old Leo up into his arms, grabbing Sarah's hand with such force it nearly bruised her skin. They sprinted down the hallway, bursting through the front entrance into the cool night air jus
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