Chapter 11 - Justice in the Dark
Marcus looked up at me, his arrogance finally cracking. True fear bled into his eyes.
"Vale, wait. Listen to me. We can make a deal. The Italians, they have millions in offshore accounts. I can give you the codes."
I stared down at the man who had eaten dinner at my table. The man who had bought my children Christmas presents. The man who had smiled as he handed my wife the keys to a rigged car.
"Emma spoke today, Marcus," I said quietly.
He blinked, confused. "What?"
"She hasn't spoken in three years. Not since she watched her mother burn. Today, she finally spoke."
I raised the gun, aiming right between his eyes.
"She told me you did it."
"Vale, please—"
"This is for Sarah," I pulled the trigger.
The gunshot echoed deafeningly in the small cabin, and then, there was only silence.
I stood there for a long time, the heavy weight of three years of unanswered grief finally lifting off my chest.
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Claire stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"It's done," she said softly. "They're safe."
