Chapter 34 - THE COLD SMILE
The dashboard clock in Hayes’s stolen cruiser glowed 03:14 AM.
Mia pressed herself flat against the passenger door, her fingers digging into the upholstery. The countryside whipped past in blurred streaks of pine and fog. Beside her, Julian Vance drove with one hand draped casually over the steering wheel, humming a soft, rhythmic melody under his breath.
It was the lullaby her mother used to sing.
"Who are you?" Mia demanded, her voice shaking violently despite her best efforts to stay upright. "Where is my uncle Daniel?"
Julian glanced at her, the corners of his mouth lifting into that familiar, affectionate smile—only now, it looked like a mask pasted over a skull. "Daniel was soft, Mia. Daniel thought love could protect a family from a conglomerate that owns state governors and appellate courts. When the laboratory burned, Daniel tried to go back for the paper files. He died inhaling burning polymer. I walked out through the ventilation shaft with what mattered."
"You let me believe you were him!" she cried, tears spilling over her lashes. "You hugged me! You told me we were going home!"
"You are going home," Julian said smoothly, taking an unpaved turnoff that plunged deep into the dense forestry of Blackwood Ridge. "To the Sinclair executive facility. The Board has deposited forty million dollars into an escrow account under your name. All you have to do is look into a lens for four seconds, and you will walk away wealthier than anyone in this state."
"And if I refuse?"
Julian’s smile vanished completely, replaced by an expression of cold, mechanical curiosity.
"Mia, look at the glove compartment," he said quietly.
Mia’s hand trembled as she reached out and pulled the latch. Inside, resting atop the patrol logs, was a small, high-density polymer syringe filled with amber fluid.
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"Refusal is an emotional response," Julian murmured. "Chemistry doesn't care about emotion. The optic nerves dilate just as well when the subject is paralyzed."
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