Chapter 9: The Trap Springs
Chapter 9: The Trap Springs
“FBI! Nobody move!”
Floodlights blazed to life, instantly blinding Nolan and Camille. Armed federal agents swarmed from all sides, cutting off the plane's exit and surrounding the two fugitives.
Nolan dropped the briefcase and immediately raised his hands. “I’m cooperating! I want a deal!” he shouted before the agents even touched him.
Camille, however, panicked. She lunged for the briefcase, kicking wildly as two agents wrestled her to the concrete.
Owen stepped out of the surveillance van and walked slowly into the hangar. The blinding lights cast long shadows across the tarmac. Camille looked up, her face pressed against the rough concrete, her designer clothes stained with grease.
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“Owen, please!” she sobbed, abandoning the fierce facade. “He made me do it!”
Owen looked down at her, feeling absolutely nothing. “You made your choice, Camille. Both of you did.”
