Chapter 10 - The Knock on the Door
The heavy, authoritative pounding of fists echoed against the massive oak front doors downstairs, vibrating up through the floorboards of the mansion.
I straightened the cuffs of my crisp white shirt, slipped my gold Rolex onto my wrist, and walked out into the dimly lit hallway.
From her bedroom doorway, my mother watched me go, her eyes filled with a mixture of profound terror and absolute pride. Clara stood right beside her, holding a cup of steaming tea, her face resolute.
“Bennett,” Mother called out softly as I reached the top of the grand staircase.
I paused, looking back over my shoulder.
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“Bring them down,” she said.
I turned and descended the stairs alone, the sound of my leather-soled shoes clicking rhythmically against the marble floor as the federal marshals began to break the deadbolt on the front door.
