"Nobody move!"
The command echoed through the dark office.
Clara instinctively reached for Arthur's hand.
A moment later, emergency lights flickered on, revealing Adrian Voss standing near the entrance. He held a gun, but its barrel was pointed toward Henry's men rather than Clara.
Two armed men stood behind him.
And between them was an older man with silver hair and a tired face.
Clara recognized him from the photographs.
"Daniel Hale?"
Marcus's father gave her a faint nod.
"Good evening, Miss Delevon. I apologize for the dramatic entrance."
Arthur glanced at Adrian's weapon.
"You could have knocked."
Adrian gave him a dry look.
"Would you have opened the door?"
"Probably not."
"Then I made the right decision."
Despite the tension, Clara almost laughed.
But Henry had no intention of finding anything amusing.
"You."
His voice was filled with disbelief.
"Adrian Voss."
Adrian lowered his gun slightly.
"Henry. It's been a long time."
"You're supposed to be dead."
