The False Heir and the Ledger of the Callahan Family Empire
A flood of bright light poured into the room, blinding me.
Figures in dark tactical gear surged through the entrance.
“Get down on the ground,” a voice shouted.
Victoria slowly raised her hands, but her eyes never left mine.
“This isn’t over, Natalie,” she whispered.
I felt a hand touch my shoulder, but I couldn’t see who it was.
The pain in my abdomen flared one more time, and the world began to go black around the edges.
Through the darkness, I heard the sound of more sirens approaching.
I held the ledger to my chest as the light faded.
The hands on my shoulders were warm and firm.
“Ma’am, can you hear me?” a paramedic asked, his face a blur of white and blue.
I gripped the leather of the ledger tighter against my chest.
“Don’t take it,” I whispered, my throat dry.
“We’re federal agents, Mrs. Callahan,” a different voice said from above.
“Secure the book,” another agent barked.
I looked past them through the glare of the tactical lights.
Two agents forced Julian down onto the cold concrete.