Chapter 8 - The High-Rise Climb
The luxury high-rise pierced the grey Chicago skyline like a glass needle.
Marcus parked the stolen delivery van three blocks away to avoid the cameras.
He walked through the crowded sidewalks, blending in with the bundled-up pedestrians.
Two patrol cars were idling near the building's main entrance, just as Sarah had warned.
Marcus slipped into an adjacent alley and found the building's underground parking ramp.
He waited for a sleek sports car to exit, slipping past the rising security gate.
The underground garage was quiet, echoing only with the hum of ventilation fans.
He bypassed the elevator, knowing it required a key fob he didn't possess.
Instead, he picked the lock on the reinforced fire stairwell door.
Arthur's penthouse was on the fortieth floor.
Marcus began the grueling climb, using his anger to fuel his burning muscles.
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Every step was a reminder of Leo gasping for air on that freezing balcony.
By the time he reached the top floor, his heart was pounding with lethal intent.
