How to Tame a Silver Fox – Episode 47
The private airfield lay beyond the city, surrounded by open land that offered Cross nowhere to hide once police sealed the road. He still had one advantage: Sebastian’s jet was fueled and moving toward the runway.
Christina provided the emergency code for the hangar gate. She remained with Maria and Cole in the command vehicle while Harper and Chris followed local officers onto the field.
Cross appeared in the jet doorway with a pistol and a hard case chained to his wrist. The case contained backup records capable of discrediting Caroline’s evidence and exposing protected witnesses.
“Send Harper forward,” he demanded. “She is the only one leaving with me.”
Chris rejected the order, but Harper saw Cross watching him rather than her. The agent wanted Chris to attack so he could justify shooting him.
“I’ll walk halfway,” Harper said. “You release the pilot first.”
Cross pushed the frightened pilot down the stairs. Harper moved onto the runway while Chris remained behind the police barrier, every line of his body resisting the distance.
She asked why Cross had served Sloane for so many years. He claimed loyalty had nothing to do with it. Sloane paid for information, while federal agencies rewarded results without questioning how they appeared.
“My mother questioned you,” Harper said. “That’s why she died.”
Cross smiled. “Caroline died because she believed evidence could make corrupt men ashamed.” The confession traveled through the microphone hidden in Harper’s sleeve.
Police moved closer, and Cross heard the command through one officer’s radio. He grabbed Harper and dragged her toward the jet.
She struck the chain connecting him to the case against the metal railing. Cross lost his balance but kept hold of her coat.
Chris crossed the barrier. Cross fired, and the bullet struck Chris along the ribs, spinning him onto the tarmac.
Harper’s fear threatened to erase the plan. She forced herself to remember that Cross survived by making people react to the person they loved.
Instead of rushing to Chris, she locked the case chain around the stair rail and pulled the emergency release. The heavy case dropped, trapping Cross’s wrist against the steps.
Officers surrounded him before he could recover the gun. Christina remotely shut down the jet, leaving the runway silent except for approaching sirens.
Harper reached Chris at last. Blood marked his shirt, but the bullet had traveled beneath the skin rather than entering his chest.
“You followed the plan,” he said through the pain. Pride softened his voice.
“Mostly.” Harper pressed her hand over the wound while paramedics approached. “I made one modification.”
She kissed him in front of the officers, the cameras, and her father arriving behind them. This time, nobody else would decide whether the moment remained hidden.