Chapter 18 - The Sting Operation
The phone rang three times,
before Ethan answered.
His voice was frantic,
background noise of traffic and wind.
"Emma?"
he hissed.
"How are you calling me?"
"You're supposed to be in a cell."
"Jessica got me out on bail,"
I lied,
perfectly mimicking fear and panic.
"Ethan, they arrested my father."
"They know everything."
Silence on the line.
I could hear his heavy breathing.
"Did he talk?"
Ethan asked,
his voice trembling.
"Yes,"
I gasped,
squeezing my eyes shut.
"He told them about the warehouse."
"They are coming for you, Ethan."
"D*mn it!"
he screamed,
slamming his hand against something.
"That old fool!"
"Emma, listen to me,"
he said,
his voice suddenly turning desperate.
"I have cash."
"Hidden away."
"Meet me at the old marina,"
"pier four,"
"in thirty minutes."
"Bring Noah."
"We can still leave together."
"Okay,"
I whispered.
"I'll be there."
I hung up the phone,
and looked at Agent Miller.
He nodded,
signing to his team.
"Move out,"
he commanded.
The marina was dark,
the water black and choppy,
under the midnight sky.
I sat in the front seat of an unmarked van,
watching pier four through the rain-streaked glass.
FBI agents were positioned everywhere,
hidden in the shadows,
rifles ready.
A figure appeared,
walking down the wooden dock,
wearing a heavy coat.
It was Ethan.
He was holding a briefcase,
looking around nervously.
He walked to the end of the pier,
waiting for me.
Waiting for the family he tried to destroy.
"Target in sight,"
Miller whispered into his radio.
"Move in."
Suddenly,
a second car pulled up to the marina.
Tires screeching.
The doors flew open.
It wasn't the police.
It was a black SUV.
Two men got out,
holding automatic weapons.
Victor's men.
They found him first.
"Open fire!"
May you like
Miller shouted into the radio,
and the night exploded into chaos.
