Chapter 720
Chapter 720:
“He tried to kill me, Beatrice!” Skye shouted back, her patience snapping. “He stabbed Alistair! He’s dangerous p>
“He is stressed!” Beatrice argued. “He needs a doctor, not a jail cell! I am sending Arthur to the station. We are arranging a transfer to a private psychiatric facility p>
“No,” Skye said. “He stays in police custody. It’s the only place he can’t hurt anyone p>
She hung up.
But Beatrice wasn’t the only one moving pieces on the board.
At the police station, Uncle Arthur Sterling walked into the holding area. He wore a cashmere coat and a look of deep concern that didn’t quite reach his shark-like eyes. He placed a thick folder on the sergeant’s counter.
“Emergency medical transfer,” Arthur said smoothly. “I have the Power of Attorney documents here, signed by Beatrice Kensington, Liam’s legal guardian in matters of incapacitation. Along with a court order from Judge Reynolds mandating immediate psychiatric intervention p>
The sergeant looked at the paperwork. The seals were legitimate. The judge’s signature was fresh.
“Fine,” the sergeant grunted. “Take him p>
Liam was sitting in the holding cell, staring at the graffiti on the wall. When the door opened and he saw Arthur, his blood ran cold.
This wasn’t part of the plan.
He was supposed to go to County Jail. He was supposed to meet a contact in Gen Pop—a low-level Syndicate runner named Rook.
If he went with Arthur, he would be drugged and locked in a padded room. Or worse. Arthur had been trying to seize control of the family trust for years. A “mentally incompetent” Liam was Arthur’s golden ticket.
“Come along, Liam,” Arthur said, two burly orderlies flanking him. “Uncle Arthur is here to take care of you p>
Liam stood up slowly. He looked at the orderlies. He looked at the open door.
𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗐se 𝘣y c𝘢𝘵𝖾gо𝘳y 𝗼𝗇 b𝘦lո𝗼𝘃e𝘭𝘴.co𝘮
“I’m not going with you,” Liam said.
“You don’t have a choice,” Arthur smiled.
Liam lunged. Not at Arthur, but at the nearest orderly. He grabbed the man’s taser from his belt, spun, and fired it into the second orderly’s chest.
Chaos erupted.
Liam sprinted out of the cell, down the corridor.
“Stop him!” Arthur screamed.
Liam burst through the back exit of the station into the alley. An ambulance was idling there—Arthur’s transport.
Liam didn’t hesitate. He yanked the driver out of the seat, threw him to the pavement, and jumped behind the wheel.
He slammed the ambulance into gear and roared away, sirens wailing, disappearing into the city night.
He was a fugitive now. Truly alone.
Just the way he needed to be.
The ambulance careened off the highway and rattled down a dirt road, coming to a screeching halt behind an abandoned gas station. Dust billowed up in a choking cloud.