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The wail of police sirens tore through the heavy silence of the Hawthorne estate, cutting across the manicured lawns like a blade. Mara remained frozen on her side near the base of the grand staircase, her breath shallow, her hands trembling against the floorboards. She could hear the frantic pounding of heavy shoes racing up the drive, followed by the metallic click of car doors slamming shut. They were here. / Chapter 14 / 20

Chapter 14 - Pursuit in the Rain

The autumn drizzle had turned into a steady, freezing downpour by the time Mara pushed through the side doors of the museum. The courtyard was slick with wet leaves and gray puddles, mirroring the frantic urgency of the chase.

"Marcus, call the precinct!" Mara yelled over the roar of the wind, pulling her trench coat tightly around her.

She didn't wait for her head of security; she knew the estate grounds better than anyone alive. She cut across the old gravel path, bypassing the stone fountain and sprinting toward the rear perimeter gate where the overgrown hedges offered a narrow shortcut to the alleyways behind the property.

Vance was moving fast, but his heavy dress shoes slipped on the wet asphalt of the service alley. Hearing footsteps splashing rapidly behind him, he whipped around, his face twisted in frustration.

"Stay out of this, Mara!" Vance shouted, backing away toward a brick retaining wall. "You won't get a single dime of that offshore fund anyway. The encryption code requires a biometric voice verification from a direct Hawthorne bloodline."

Mara stopped ten feet away, breathing heavily, the rain plastered against her dark hair. "You think I want their money, Arthur? My husband and I walked away from every cent of the Hawthorne empire five years ago. We built our lives, our home, and our family without a single piece of their stolen gold."

"Then why chase me?" Vance snarled, his hand slipping inside his coat pocket to grip the cold metal watch.

"Because," a deep, furious voice echoed from the mouth of the alley, "that watch belongs to the state. And you belong in a cell."

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Daniel stepped out from the shadows of the brick wall, cutting off Vance’s only escape route. He had arrived minutes earlier to drop off lunch for Mara, walking right into the middle of the crisis. His broad shoulders were squared, his eyes fixed on the man who had tried to help dismantle his family twice over.

Vance panicked, lunging sideways toward the low brick wall, but as his foot hit the muddy slope, his heel slipped violently.

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