Chapter 11
For three days,
Harrison buried himself in financial records,
tracing accounts across the globe.
He discovered a complex web of transactions,
all leading back to an offshore bank.
Julian was being funded by former associates of his father,
men who still held a grudge against Harrison.
This wasn't just one man's revenge;
it was a syndicate of corrupt elites.
Harrison realized the danger was far greater than he anticipated.
He called an emergency meeting with the district attorney,
an old classmate named Elena.
They met in a secure room at the federal building.
Harrison laid out the evidence,
the charts of money laundering and threats.
Elena looked at the documents,
her expression becoming serious.
"This is huge,
Harrison,"
Elena said,
rubbing her eyes.
"But to arrest Julian,
we need direct proof of a physical threat."
"The financial crimes take time to prosecute."
"We don't have time,"
Harrison argued,
slamming his hand on the table.
"He is targeting my sister and my niece."
"I need him off the streets now."
Elena sighed,
looking at her old friend with sympathy.
"I can issue a warrant for questioning based on the alias,"
she offered.
"But it might tip him off."
"Do it,"
Harrison insisted.
"Let him know the law is closing in."
As Harrison left the federal building,
he felt a strange sensation,
like a target on his back.
He drove back toward his estate,
the sky turning dark with gathering storm clouds.
The rain began to fall,
heavy drops striking the windshield.
His phone rang,
the screen showing Marcus's name.
"Harrison,
we have a problem,"
Marcus said,
his voice distorted by static.
"Julian slipped past my men."
"He's gone."
Harrison's heart stopped for a beat.
"Where is he?"
"We don't know,"
Marcus admitted.
"He left his apartment through a secret exit."
Harrison slammed his foot on the gas pedal,
the SUV roaring through the rain.
"Go to my house,"
Harrison shouted into the phone.
"Now!"
He drove like a madman,
weaving through traffic,
the windshield wipers fighting the downpour.
The distance to his estate felt like miles,
each second an eternity.
He tried calling Khloe,
but the line went straight to voicemail.
Panic,
a feeling he had never known,
gripped his chest.
He couldn't lose them,
not after everything.
He arrived at the iron gates,
finding them wide open.
His heart sank into his stomach.
The security guards were on the ground,
groaning in pain but alive.
Harrison abandoned his car,
running through the pouring rain toward the house.
The front door was ajar,
the warm light from inside spilling onto the wet porch.
He drew a deep breath,
stepping into the quiet house.
"Khloe!"
he yelled,
his voice cracking with desperation.
The house was silent,
except for the sound of the rain outside.
He climbed the stairs two at a time,
his boots leaving wet tracks on the carpet.
He reached the nursery,
his hands shaking as he pushed the door open.
The room was empty,
the crib neatly made.
Then,
he heard a faint sound from the master bedroom.
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He rushed over,
his heart pounding in his ears.
