Chapter 6

Before anyone could react, a sharp electronic beep sounded from the front door. The next second, the lock was forcibly breached. Dozens of burly men in black suits with earpieces clipped to their collars stormed in and instantly sealed off the living room. The few guards who had been backing Julian moments earlier shrank against the walls, heads tucked in, barely daring to breathe. Even Mr. Graham, who had been rolling on the floor screaming in pain, forgot about his burning eyes. Staring with his one eye that still worked, he looked at the intruders in pure terror. The black-suited men parted smoothly down the middle, and an elderly man in a gray suit walked in. Two groups followed behind him. On the left were several people carrying briefcases, gold law-firm insignias pinned to their chests. On the right was a middle-aged man, drenched in sweat. It was Steve Hart, the general manager of Skyville Manor's property management. Julian was stunned by the spectacle, but the momen