The sun went down, and the city lights came on. Wesley stood next to the river, his face looking cold in the moonlight.Thomas Brown was all tied up, on his knees in front of Wesley. "I'm begging you, Mr. Coleman. Please let my son go."One of Wesley's men pushed the stroller, its wheel nearly at the edge."Start talking, and the baby lives."Panic flickered in Thomas' eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about, Mr. Coleman."Wesley chuckled. "Play dumb all you want. I'll only count to three. If I don't hear anything useful by then, you can say goodbye to your son."He started counting, watching every twitch on Thomas' frightened face. "Three! Two!"As the stroller tipped toward the river, Thomas couldn't take it anymore and yelled, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything. Jamie and Sandra staged everything—the video at the farewell gathering, the plunge off the cliff, and the art exhibition burning down."I only helped them because my son has a heart condition. They promised
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