Chapter 4 - The Shadows OutsideAs the heavy doors clicked shut behind Daniel, the library fell into a deep, peaceful quiet.

I stood up from my armchair, stretching my legs, and began browsing the massive floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. First-edition poetry collections, historical accounts of colonial Boston, and rare leather-bound classics lined the shelves. My fingers traced the golden spines of a 1920s collection of Robert Frost poems when a sudden, sharp sound outside the tall French doors caught my attention.

Clink.

It sounded like metal hitting stone.

I froze, turning my head toward the glass doors that led out onto a private stone patio overlooking the dark, swirling waters of the Charles River.

At first, I thought it was just a branch from the ivy-covered wall blown by the rain. But then, a dark silhouette flashed past the illuminated window pane—fast, deliberate, and entirely human.

My heart hammered against my ribs.

Security? Intruders?

In movies about mafia bosses, quiet mansions on Beacon Hill weren't just homes; they were targets. The reality of Daniel’s world—the dark underbelly of shipping ports, underground syndicates, and powerful enemies—came crashing back into the room with terrifying clarity.

I crept slowly toward the French doors, my breath fogging the cold glass as I peered out into the dark, rain-swept courtyard.

Down on the patio, near the edge of the stone balustrade overlooking the river, two figures were moving rapidly in the shadows. One of them was large, bulky, and wearing a dark raincoat. The other was pinned against the brick wall by the throat.

Even in the dim light, I recognized the bulky silhouette. It was Victor—the man Mrs. Gable had just mentioned on the phone call.

And the man holding him by the throat was a stranger holding a gleaming silenced pistol.

Panic seized my chest. My first instinct was to run back to the library doors, scream for Daniel, and hide under a desk. But as I watched, the stranger pressed the barrel of the gun directly against Victor’s temple, whispering something too low to hear over the sound of the rain.

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They weren't just intruders. They were an assassination squad.

And Daniel was still down the hall in his office, completely unaware that his inner circle had just been compromised right outside his back door.