“And you still married me.”
“I loved you.”
“You took money from the people blackmailing him.”
“I took money to destroy his recording.”
Victor laughed.
“He took money to keep quiet.”
Mark lunged.
The guard grabbed him.
Ana threw herself at Victor.
The gun went off in my hand.
The sound was deafening.
The bullet struck the elevator ceiling.
Everyone froze.
Then alarms erupted through the basement.
Not hotel alarms.
Police sirens.
Real ones.
Victor’s confidence vanished.
Ana smiled through tears.
“They came.”
Officers flooded the basement two minutes later.
Not local police.
Federal agents.
Mark’s investigator had received the signal from the drive in his hand the moment Victor brought him into the surveillance room.
