Chapter 6 - The Man Outside My House Was Holding a Gun
The apartment fell into darkness.
Abigail grabbed her phone.
The security cameras switched to battery mode.
She saw Richard outside.
He was standing near Bernice.
A gun was visible in his hand.
Abigail locked every door.
Then she called emergency services.
Richard looked directly at the camera.
He smiled.
Then he raised the gun.
Bernice screamed.
A shot cracked through the night.
The window shattered.
Bernice fell to the ground.
Abigail screamed.
But Bernice was still moving.
She crawled behind a parked car.
Police sirens approached.
Richard fled.
The entire street erupted in chaos.
When officers arrived, Bernice was alive.
She had been grazed by the bullet.
She looked at Abigail.
“I told you.”
Abigail knelt beside her.
“Where is Logan?”
“I don't know.”
“Tell me.”
Bernice closed her eyes.
“An old warehouse.”
“Where?”
She whispered an address.
Police immediately searched the location.
They found Logan.
He was tied to a chair.
Alive.
Terrified.
Beside him were documents.
Boxes of them.
Evidence against Richard.
And against Bernice.
But the most important document was a list of names.
People who had been targeted.
Abigail's name was at the top.
Under it was:
Final Transfer — Wedding Day
Then a second name.
Next Target — Abigail Prescott
Abigail stared.
The investigator said:
“This isn't over.”
They arrested Bernice at the hospital.
Richard remained missing.
Logan was taken into protective custody.
For the first time, he told investigators everything.
Richard had been running the operation.
Bernice recruited wealthy targets.
Logan was used to gain their trust.
The money was transferred through fake family trusts.
The victims were manipulated into signing documents.
And when someone threatened to expose them, Richard handled it.
Including the previous woman who had died in the car accident.
The police reopened her case.
Evidence connected Richard to the crash.
The entire network began collapsing.
But Richard was still free.
Three days later, Abigail received a letter.
It was handwritten.
You think the cameras saved you.
They didn't.
They only showed you the beginning.
Abigail read the final line.
Your attorney knows where the money is.
Her heart stopped.
She called her attorney again.
This time, he answered.
“Abigail.”
“Where are you?”
“I'm sorry.”
“Tell me the truth.”
He started crying.
“I never wanted this.”
“Where is the money?”
“I don't have it.”
“Then who does?”
Silence.
“Who?”
Finally, he whispered:
“Your fiancé's father.”
Abigail froze.
“Logan's father is dead.”
“No.”
May you like
The attorney's voice trembled.
“He isn't.”
