Chapter 15 - The Final Checkmate
Kane frowned, glancing down at the briefcase.
""That isn't the prototype case,"" Raymond said, taking a step forward into the whipping rain. ""That’s a decoy loaded with a low-yield tracking beacon. Clara knew that the day I showed it to her.""
Kane’s eyes snapped wide with sudden panic. He turned toward Clara, raising his weapon. ""You—""
Before Kane could pull the trigger, Clara drew a compact pistol from her tactical belt and fired twice with pinpoint precision into Kane’s shoulder. Kane cried out, dropping the machine gun and stumbling backward against the helicopter skids, clutching his bleeding arm.
Clara kicked the weapon over the roof ledge, watching it plummet into the gardens below. She turned back to Raymond, the cold mask melting away to reveal raw, exhausted relief.
""I told you I’d finish it, Raymond,"" she said, her voice shaking slightly against the cold. ""He thought I was his pawn. But I never forgot who caught me when I fell.""
Two police helicopters swooped out of the storm clouds, blinding the rooftop in dazzling searchlights as tactical officers swarmed the helipad to secure Kane.
Raymond walked across the rain-slicked roof and stopped inches from Clara. He gently took the gun from her trembling hand and slid it into his pocket, then pulled her against his chest, wrapping his heavy overcoat around her shivering frame.
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""It's over,"" Raymond whispered into her hair.
Clara looked up at him, her hazel eyes glistening under the brilliant searchlights. ""Not quite, Raymond. There’s one more thing you need to know about Cynthia’s safe."""
