My Stepfather Sent Me To Patrol A Forest Sector With Standalone Wooden Stairs, Then Erased My Coordinates From The Dispatch Server
Arthur sat down heavily on a wooden workbench inside the silent shed. His gaze was fixed on the expired lease document on the table, then flickered to the spot where Coyle had been. The physical threat, the shouts, the scrambling—all gone. There were no raised voices now, no dramatic violence, and no dramatic confessions.
Jonah pulled up a folding chair across from his stepfather. He placed the black ledger and the photos of the missing hikers’ wallets side-by-side on the table between them. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
Arthur looked at his stepson—the young man he had spent twelve years trying to dominate, control, and wear down. He looked at the ledger, at the names of the missing, at the expiry date. A deep tremor ran through Arthur. He realized that Jonah had quietly assembled an airtight net of legal and personal leverage. It could not be broken without dragging Arthur into immediate federal prison.
The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 15 to continue the story.
👉 Previous Decision: You took the safe key from Coyle and allowed him to flee.
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