Chapter 7 - Locked Inside
"Move!" Sarah screamed, sprinting toward the narrowing gap of the heavy vault door.
She threw her body weight against the edge, wedging her tactical flashlight into the door jamb.
The steel frame crunched down on the heavy aluminum casing, stalling the automatic mechanism just inches before sealing.
I squeezed through the narrow gap first, pulling Anna’s journal tight against my chest.
Sarah wriggled out right behind me as the flashlight shattered under the immense hydraulic pressure, letting the vault slam shut with a deafening boom.
The bank lobby was chaotic, alarms screaming while bank tellers scrambled toward the exits.
Standing near the main glass entrance, holding a black signal jammer, was a man in a gray tailored suit.
He turned toward us, pulling a silenced sidearm from inside his coat jacket.
It was Harrison Vance—Evelyn’s father, the powerful family patriarch who held seats on half three state judicial boards.
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"Hand over the ledger, Daniel," Harrison said, his voice flat, calm, and utterly devoid of mercy.
"You've meddled in private family matters for far too long."
