He opened the car door. “Then let’s go.”
We drove through the city in silence. Lights streaked past as the sunset painted the horizon. At the airstrip, a private plane awaited. He guided me aboard, steadying my shaking hands.
As the engines roared, the world shrinking beneath us, I pulled out my phone one last time. Dominic’s number still at the top. I took a deep breath, removed the SIM card, and tossed it into the wind.
I was gone. And this time, there would be no return.
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Dominic’s POV
I adjusted my cufflinks—the ones Helena had chosen. Today was supposed to mark a fresh start, a chance to bury the ghosts of my past.
The door creaked. I turned, expecting a staff member. Instead, two uniformed officers stepped in, faces unreadable.
“Mr. Blackwood,” one said, voice firm. “You are under arrest for the death of Adrian Cole.”
I laughed, though my throat constricted. “What? That’s impossible. Everyone knows it was an accident.”
The officer moved closer, holding a folder. “We have new evidence—a flash drive sent directly to us by Ms. Seraphina.”
Her name hit me like a blow. “Seraphina? Where is she? Bring her here!”
“She’s not present,” the officer replied, expression flat.