“Sir, I found your son beside the dumpster outside your mansion,” a soaking wet little girl said as she handed over a crying baby wrapped in a black trash bag. The billionaire, declared sterile twelve years earlier, didn’t panic. He stared into the child’s eyes and asked, “Who sent you here to play this sick game?” The little girl pointed a trembling finger at the top of the grand staircase, whispering, “The lady who told us to throw him away.”
perimeter, someone would find him. Then I led the men away, letting them beat me until they thought I was dead in an alley.”
Rage, pure and blinding, finally snapped my restraint. I lunged across the desk, grabbing Marshall by the lapels of his expensive suit, slamming him backward into the bookshelves. Leather-bound volumes crashed to the floor.