Part 20
Marcus looked at the heavy iron bar in my hands, then at the absolute lack of fear in my face. He was younger and faster than me, but he was a coward at heart, raised in the same environment of entitlement as his brother. He didn't know how to handle someone who wasn't afraid of his threats.
In the distance, the faint sound of police sirens began to wail, cutting through the roar of the airplane engine.
Tom and his deputies were coming down the main road.
Marcus panicked. He dropped the heavy leather duffel bag into the oil-stained gravel and raised his hands in the air. "Alright! Alright, don't hit me! It's all in the bag! The cash, the documents, everything! I was just doing what he told me to do!"
I stepped forward, kicked the bag out of his reach, and stood guard over him until three white-and-blue cruiser cars tore onto the tarmac, their red and blue lights flashing brilliantly against the dark sky.
Sheriff Miller jumped out of the lead car, his sidearm drawn. Within seconds, his deputies had Marcus pinned to the ground, clicking another set of handcuffs into place.
Tom walked over to the plane, flashing his heavy light into the cockpit and ordering the pilot to shut down the engines immediately. The loud roar died down, leaving only the sound of spinning propellers slowing to a stop.
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Tom walked back over to me, looking down at the leather duffel bag. He unzipped it, revealing stacks of hundred-dollar bills and three dark blue passports—Evan’s, Tanner's, and Lily’s.
"We got them, Arthur," Tom said, exhaling a long breath. "The whole puzzle is put together now. They're not getting out of this."
