They Poisoned My Father, So I Bankrupted Their Billion-Dollar Empire

Chapter 19: The Rescue

Jack lay in the mud, clutching his side. He could hear the men searching above him, their flashlights sweeping the brush.

BZZT.

His phone vibrated. He froze.

Suddenly, red and blue lights flooded the quarry walls. Sirens wailed, cutting through the night.

"Police! Drop your weapons!"

The two enforcers didn't hesitate. They sprinted for their vehicle and peeled out, leaving a cloud of dust.

Jack crawled up the embankment. Elena was running toward him, flanked by two sheriff's deputies.

"I told you never to go alone!" she yelled, looking more angry than relieved.

"They had Silas..." Jack coughed, wincing. "It was a setup."

"It wasn't a setup," Elena said, helping him up. "I tracked your phone's GPS. But I also tracked the call you received. It came from a burner phone... pinging from inside the quarry."

She pointed a flashlight at a rusted shipping container fifty yards away. The padlock had been broken.

They approached cautiously. Inside, huddled under a dirty blanket, was Silas. He was shivering, terrified, but alive.

He looked up at Jack, tears streaming down his face. In his trembling hand, he held a small, vintage cassette recorder.

"I didn't want to give it to them," Silas sobbed. "I waited for you."