Chapter 6 - The Harbor Meeting
The fog rolled off the dark water of the harbor, wrapping the abandoned brick warehouses in a thick, ghostly shroud. Julian stepped out of his black luxury sedan, the gravel crunching loudly beneath his polished leather shoes. The wind bit fiercely at his face, but he didn’t button his velvet jacket. His mind was entirely focused on the coordinates Clara had left behind. The old Vance textile mill—the very site of the fire that had made his family fortune—loomed ahead of him like a skeletal monument to corporate greed.
He walked toward the rusted corrugated iron doors, which stood slightly ajar. A single yellow work light flickered from within, casting long, dancing shadows across the concrete floor.
“I know you’re here, Clara,” Julian called out, his voice echoing off the damp brick walls.
Footsteps echoed from the upper catwalks, light and quick. Julian looked up, squinting through the gloom. A small figure leaned over the rusted iron railing, looking down at him. It wasn’t Clara.
“She’s not coming, Mr. Vance,” a deep, unfamiliar male voice called out from the shadows near the entrance.
Julian whirled around. A tall man in a worn trench coat stepped out from behind a rusted shipping container, holding a heavy iron pipe loosely in his right hand. The man’s face was scarred, weathered by years of hard labor and bitter resentment.
“Who are you?” Julian demanded, keeping his hands visible and his body balanced for a fight.
“Name’s Miller,” the man replied, stepping closer into the flickering light. “Used to be your father’s head machinist before the accident. Before he locked us inside to burn so he could collect the insurance payout.”
Julian’s heart skipped a beat. The official report had blamed faulty wiring, but the rumors had always pointed to arson. “You’re lying,” Julian said coldly. “The court cleared my family.”
“The court was bought and paid for,” Miller snarled, his grip tightening on the iron pipe. “Just like your wife is buying her way out of this right now.”
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Before Julian could process the warning, a sudden crash echoed from the front entrance of the warehouse as a heavy metal door slammed shut, locking automatically from the outside.
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