Chapter 7: The Midnight Ultimatum
Chapter 7: The Midnight Ultimatum
The tension on the wiretap was palpable. Nolan was cornered by his own greed.
“You’re a liability, Camille,” Nolan barked over the line. “You got caught choking an old woman. You ruined a two-year plan because you couldn't keep your temper in check for one more hour!”
“She knew! She found the shred bin!” Camille yelled back. “I need a million in cash, and I need a seat on that plane out of Opa-locka tomorrow night, or you go down with me.”
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There was a long silence on the line. Finally, Nolan sighed. “Fine. Private hangar 4 at Opa-locka Executive. Tomorrow at 11:00 PM. Don't be followed.”
In the FBI command center, Owen listened to the recording with cold detachment. The woman he had almost married and the man he had called his brother were turning on each other like cornered rats.
