The Spy’s Lair
The trail led Sarah and the Detective to a nondescript apartment on the edge of town. They kicked down the door.
Inside, the air smelled of Eric’s cologne.
On the walls, Sarah found something that made her skin crawl. There were hundreds of photos of her and Polly.
Photos taken from a distance: at the school play, in the park, outside their house.
Someone had been watching them for years.
They set a trap. At dawn, a man approached the apartment. But it wasn’t Eric.
Detective Mark tackled the stranger. The man, who identified himself as John, revealed a story worthy of a Hollywood blockbuster.
“Eric isn’t dead,” John confessed. “He faked his death.”
It turned out Eric had uncovered dark secrets about the powerful corporation he worked for. To save Sarah and Polly from hitmen, he had to “die.” For five years, he had been living in the shadows, protecting them from afar. The money was his attempt to help them run before the bad guys found them again.