?<strong>Chapter 606:</strong>
Lanny’s eyes were constantly moving, alert, and watchful.
Glenda, fueled by frustration, furrowed her brow in confusion. She had hoped Lanny would quickly finish off J so she could escape and start anew with Mabel. However, Lanny was dawdling, engaging J in what seemed like light-hearted chat, as if they were old acquaintances.
Glenda’s patience thinned. She snatched the hammer from Lanny’s grip. “What are you waiting for, you idiot? Just do it!”
Still scanning the area, Lanny cautioned, “Hold on. Something feels off.”
Glenda’s patience evaporated. “You’re just scared, Lanny. Are you backing out now?”
In a burst of anger, Glenda raised the hammer to strike Morgan. At that exact moment, a bullet sliced through the air, hitting the hammer, which exploded into fragments.
“Damn, it’s a trap!” Lanny yelled, ducking for cover, his eyes wide with both fear and caution.
Glenda reeled from the turn of events but remained singrly focused: J had to die. Ignoring the danger, she spun around, seized a machete, and lunged at J.
“Are you crazy? Get back here!” Lanny shouted, infuriated by her impulsiveness. It was obvious they had walked into a trap, but Glenda charged forward, heedless of the peril.
Suddenly, police officers flooded into the factory, blocking every exit.
“Drop your weapons! Drop your weapons!” theymanded, their voices booming through the vast space.
Lanny quickly pulled Glenda back to his side, his eyes scanning the room to gauge their dire situation. They were trapped,pletely surrounded.
Approaching them was Elyse, cloaked in a gray shawl and wearing a pillbox hat. Her face, partially hidden under the brim, disyed a cold, determined look as she fixed her eyes on Lanny.
Lanny had anticipated Jayden mighte, but Elyse’s appearance was a total surprise.
“Well, well,” Elyse said coolly, “look what we have here. You two are a sight for sore eyes.”
With his unkempt hair and worn clothes, Lanny, with the countless spent on stakeouts, looked years beyond his age. Glenda’s appearance was no better. She looked even more exhausted, with her head bandaged and her skin both pale.
Elyse continued, her voice dripping with disdain. “You both look absolutely a mess. Is this just karma?”
Lanny let out a loudugh, mocking Elyse’s scorn. “Karma? Please!” he scoffed, his tone scornful. “Your parents are the ones dead, and I took everything rightfully yours. I’ve been enjoying the good life for years! It’s definitely not karma.”
Lanny’s arrogance filled the space, dismissing Elyse’s threats as mere bluster.
“I know what you’re trying to do,” he said, calm and collected. “You want to pin a crime on me, to lock me up. But you know what? I haven’t touched a soul. You’ve got nothing on me!”
Elyse barely suppressed augh, raising an eyebrow. “Do you genuinely believe this is a ploy to entice you intomitting a crime?”
Lanny’s smile became menacing. “Absolutely, your little schemes are transparent. Save your excuses.”
Elyse casually shrugged. “You’re wrong. I’m not here to entice you intomitting a crime. I already have solid proof of your crimes—the murder of my parents. You once proved you have a mental illness, remember?”
Lanny’s face fell as he noticed the police drawing near, his confidence fading fast.
Glenda felt the tension rise. Her voice was sharp with fear and me. “The police are here for us, aren’t they? Why were you so careless? What do we do now?” she cried out.
“Shut up!” Lanny was rattled. He hadn’t foreseen Elyse’s maneuver and was at a loss for words.
Amidst the turmoil, Glenda’s eyes fixed on the advancing officers. Fear overwhelmed her as she gripped Lanny’s shirt, her hands shaking.
“Answer me!” she snapped. “Aren’t you my husband? Protect me! We need to leave! I have to see my daughter.”
“Shut the fuck up!” Lanny’s voice cracked under the strain. Grabbing the machete from Glenda, he hissed, “So you just want to ditch me, huh? Fine. I’ll give you what you want.”
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