“Anne?” he breathed, stumbling back a step. “How… how are you here?”
“Zurich is lovely this time of year, isn’t it?” I asked, taking a step forward.
His eyes darted frantically toward the window, then to his phone on the desk, then back to me. The master manipulator was finally running out of moves.
“Anne, listen to me,” he started, his voice dropping into that familiar, soothing register. “You don’t understand what’s happening. Melanie is unstable. She—”
“Save it, Lucas,” I interrupted, pulling my father’s revolver from my coat pocket and pointing it directly at his chest.
Melanie gasped. Lucas froze, his arms slowly lifting into the air.
“You thought my father was weak because his mind failed him,” I said, my voice cutting through the room like a razor. “You thought I was weak because I loved you. You took my inheritance, you tried to steal my life, and you thought you could burn the truth away in a metal trash can.”
“Anne, put the gun down,” he pleaded, a bead of sweat rolling down his temple. “We can talk about this. The money—you can have all of it! I won’t touch a cent. Just put it down.”
“The money was never yours,” I whispered. “And neither was I.”
Siren wails echoed in the distant desert air, growing louder, multiplying, closing in from every direction.
Miriam had done her job.
Lucas’s eyes widened in sheer, helpless panic as red and blue lights began to flash against the high windows of the room.
“You called the police?” he breathed, horror creeping into his voice.
“No,” I smiled, the sharpest, coldest smile of my life. “I called my father’s old department. They’ve been waiting twenty-eight years to finish this conversation.”
He lunged toward the desk—whether for a weapon or the blue folder, I didn’t care.
I didn’t need to shoot.
The front door burst open with a deafening crash.
“POLICE! HANDS IN THE AIR!”
Armed officers flooded the room, throwing Lucas to the floor before he could even scream. His face was pressed hard against the dusty hardwood, his arms twisted behind his back as the handcuffs clicked into place.
I lowered the gun slowly as an officer took it gently from my hands.
Lucas turned his head, staring up at me from the floor. The charismatic, untouchable man was completely gone. In his place was just a small, pathetic coward caught in his own trap.
