Chapter 6 - The Secret Wall
At the bottom of the narrow stone staircase, the heavy oak door to the storage room hung wide open.
Inside, beneath a single bare lightbulb swinging from a dusty cord, Marcus Kane had Elizabeth pinned against a wall of exposed brickwork. His thick forearm was pressed hard against her throat, his silver signet ring glinting under the dim bulb.
In Elizabeth's right hand, she was clutching a thick, dusty ledger pulled from a hollow cavity behind a displaced stone block.
"Give me the ledger, Elizabeth," Kane growled, reaching his free hand toward his leather shoulder holster. "You were supposed to die in that laboratory fire two years ago. I won't make the mistake of leaving you alive a second time."
"Hey!" I roared, throwing my entire body weight into Kane from behind.
The impact slammed Kane sideways into a wooden shelving unit, sending heavy iron tools and paint cans crashing onto the concrete floor.
Kane hit the ground, but he recovered with terrifying, military speed. He rolled to his feet, pulling a silenced 9mm pistol from his jacket.
"Andrew," Kane gasped, wiping a trickle of blood from his lip, his eyes cold and lifeless. "You shouldn't have come down here. You could have lived a quiet life with your boy's trust fund."
"You pushed my wife," I said, stepping between Kane's gun and Elizabeth, my heart hammering like a drum inside my chest. "You looked my five-year-old son in the eyes, and you murdered his mother."
Kane offered a terrible, cold smile. "She was going to ruin everything Arthur built. She was weak. Just like you."
Kane raised the silenced pistol, aligning the front sight directly with my chest.
CLICK.
The sharp, sudden sound of a metal safety latch snapping open echoed from the dark doorway behind Kane.
"Drop the weapon, Marcus."
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Arthur Vance stood in the stone archway of the storage room.
He wasn't holding a crystal scotch glass anymore. He was holding a sleek, silver revolver, pointing it directly at the back of his head enforcer's head.
