The Midnight Recording: How a Pentagon Signal Officer Used His Wife's Own Voice to Cover Up a $185,000 Treason Scheme
👉 Previous Action: You continued from Chapter 16, setting a trap for Arthur at the transmission tower.
The wind howled across the deserted hilltop of Ridge Road, whipping Evelyn’s hair around her face. Rain began to fall again, a cold, biting spray. The abandoned Signal Corps transmission tower loomed against the dark sky, its skeletal frame silhouetted by the occasional flash of lightning.
A single set of headlights cut through the gloom, crawling up the winding road. Major Arthur Hallowell’s staff car. It pulled to a stop a hundred yards away.
Arthur emerged, a solitary figure against the storm. In his hand, a glint of metal—a silenced sidearm. Evelyn stood her ground, the original confession letter and ledgers clutched in her hand.
“The documents, Evelyn,” Arthur demanded, his voice barely audible above the wind’s shriek. “Hand them over.”
He took a step closer, his eyes fixed on the satchel. “Julian was a fool. Patriotism doesn’t pay for Swiss accounts. He would have ruined everything.” He raised his pistol, its dark barrel catching a momentary flash of lightning. “You nearly did, too. A shame. It would have looked like a simple accident.”
Before he could raise his pistol fully, the night exploded.
Blinding searchlights from a dozen directions flooded the hilltop. The roar of engines, the shouts of men. Federal marshals and civilian D.C. detectives, alerted by Clara’s emergency press package, swarmed the overlook. Arthur froze, silhouetted in the sudden glare, his pistol still pointed at Evelyn.
“Drop your weapon, Major Hallowell!” a voice boomed through a megaphone.
Arthur’s eyes darted frantically. He was surrounded. Disarmed on the spot, he dropped to his knees, his face a mask of disbelief and rage.
➡️ Read CHAPTER 18 to continue the story.
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