Chapter 10 - Blood and Justice

"Let him go, Raymond," I said, stepping in front of Clara, my fear crystallizing into cold, unyielding rage. "The accountant already gave his statement to the federal prosecutor. It’s over."
Raymond chuckled softly, tapping his cane against the asphalt. "Did he? The poor man passed away thirty minutes ago in Room 104, Evelyn. A sudden respiratory failure. Tragic, really. And without him, and without the two of you, Clara's little ledger is nothing more than hearsay from a disgraced, dead girl."
Eliam struggled against the armed guard holding him down, his eyes locked onto mine. "Eve... run!"
"Nobody is running," Raymond sighed, motioning to his men. "Finish it. Make it look like a domestic dispute gone wrong. A bitter husband, a runaway sister, a tragic end."
The guard raised his weapon toward Eliam’s temple.
At that exact second, blinding high-beam lights illuminated the alleyway from both directions. The sharp wail of sirens shattered the night, accompanied by the megaphone bark of federal tactical units.
"FEDERAL BUREAU OF INVESTIGATION! DROP YOUR WEAPONS! GET ON THE GROUND NOW!"
Raymond spun around, his refined composure disintegrating into absolute terror. Four armored tactical vans screeched into position, cutting off every escape route. Dozens of agents swarmed the alley with rifles trained on Raymond’s men.
The armed guard panicked, dropping his gun and raising his hands.
Eliam used the momentary distraction to thrust his weight backward, knocking the guard off balance, and lunged toward us. I threw my arms around his neck, pulling him down to the asphalt as flashbangs detonated, turning the alley into a dazzling, deafening arena of light and smoke.
Within seconds, Raymond was tackled to the pavement, his silver cane clattering uselessly into the gutter.
"You're making a mistake!" Raymond screamed, his face pressed against the filthy asphalt as agents handcuffed him. "I have friends in Washington! You can't touch me!"
"Save it for the judge, Raymond," a federal agent barked, hauling the old man to his feet.
Eliam collapsed against the brick wall of the alley, breathing heavily through cracked lips. Clara dropped to her knees beside him, quickly using a pocketknife from her jacket to slice through the plastic zip-ties binding his wrists.
The moment his hands were free, Eliam pulled both Clara and me against his chest, burying his bruised face into my hair.
"I'm sorry," he whispered, his body shaking uncontrollably. "I'm so sorry, Eve. I tried to protect you."
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"You did," I wept, kissing his bleeding temple. "You saved us both."
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