Chapter 8 - The Confession
Arthur drew a silver revolver from his waistline, his hands trembling violently.
"Don't take another step, Elara!" he screamed, aiming the gun at my chest. "I'll kill you! I should have made sure you died in that ambush!"
The truth was finally out in the open.
"So you did know," I said, my voice eerily calm as I walked slowly toward him. "You knew my unit was deployed in that sector, and you sold the coordinates to the highest bidder to cover your tracks."
"You were always a problem!" he cried. "Always asking questions! Always rebelling! You were going to ruin the company!"
I didn't stop walking. I knew men like Arthur. Cowards who hid behind money. When faced with true danger, they crumbled.
"Shoot me, then," I challenged, stopping just two feet from the barrel of his gun. "Do it, Arthur. Prove you’re a man."
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He hesitated. His finger twitched on the trigger, but he couldn't pull it. His entire life had been spent paying other people to do his dirty work.
In a flash of movement, I disarmed him, sweeping his legs out from under him. He crashed to the hardwood floor with a pathetic whimper. I grabbed the leather ledger and walked to the window, signaling the FBI tactical team waiting down the mountain.
