Chapter 11 - Storms on the Horizon


While peace settled over Claire and Emily in Chicago and Door County, across the state line in a sterile federal holding facility in Indiana, the machinery of desperation was grinding its final gears.
Mark Vance—Claire’s disgraced former-executive brother—sat in the visitor's booth staring across at his mother, Evelyn. Both of them looked exhausted, their once-comfortable upper-middle-class existence reduced to a cramped two-bedroom apartment funded by low-wage jobs they desperately hated.
"Did you talk to her?" Mark demanded, leaning forward, his face twisted in resentment. "Did you convince Claire to help us?"
Evelyn shook her head, tears spilling down her cheeks. "She wouldn't even listen, Mark. She looked at us like we were trash. She said... she said we traded her for a monthly check."
"She can't do this!" Mark slammed his fist on the metal table. "We're her family! Richard is ruined, our names are blacklisted across the Midwest, and she’s sitting in a million-dollar art gallery with that hacker boyfriend of hers!"
"It's all because of that man—Marcus Thorne," Evelyn spat bitterly. "He poisoned her mind against us."
"We need leverage," Mark muttered, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous, desperate gleam. "If Claire won't listen to reason, we'll find another way to force her hand. Richard still has contacts outside. People who don't care about federal laws."
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"Mark, no!" Evelyn gasped, clutching her chest. "If you do anything stupid, the feds will send you to prison right along with Richard!"
"I have nothing left to lose, Mom," Mark hissed under his breath, standing up abruptly as the guard signaled the end of visiting hours. "If we're going down, Claire is going down with us."