Chapter 6 - THE KNOCK AT THE HEAVY DOOR
Elena took another step closer to the desk, her voice dropping so low that only Lawson could hear her over the sound of the rain against the glass.
"Genevieve knew she was dying," Elena confessed, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "She hired me to handle private research outside Chicago because she knew your entire security network was compromised. She made me promise... she made me give my life on a holy oath that if the twins ever showed the same symptoms, I would find them and bring you this proof."
Lawson’s hand tightened around the folded Zurich report so hard the heavy cream paper crumpled beneath his fingers. His mind raced with terrifying speed, replaying the last eighteen months—every doctor, every nurse, every security chief, every trusted lieutenant who had held access to his home, his wife, and his dying six-year-old children.
"They aren't dying from an illness," Lawson muttered to himself, his voice cold enough to freeze blood. "They are being murdered in front of my eyes."
Elena looked toward the dark, rain-streaked windows behind his desk, a sudden, visceral tremor of fear running through her body.
"I had to wait until I had the verified chemical baseline from Switzerland before I came to you," Elena whispered, her eyes darting nervously around the room. "And if the person who killed Genevieve knows I’m in Chicago... if they know I stepped through those gates tonight..."
She looked directly into Lawson’s dark, lethal eyes.
"...none of us survive tonight."
BANG. BANG. BANG.
A sharp, heavy, metallic knock suddenly shattered the air inside the office, striking the thick double mahogany doors from the outer corridor.
Every guard in the room instantly turned, their hands snapping to their weapons. Prescott Hale drew his suppressed sidearm in a fraction of a second, pointing it toward the entrance.
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Elena froze, her breath locking completely in her throat, her face turning as pale as a sheet.
The double doors slowly began to turn on their brass hinges—as the video cut to black before anyone could see who stood waiting in the shadowed hallway outside.
