Her face lit up. "Freddy!"
She had barely stepped out of the car when Frederick's trembling voice came from behind her.
"Marian..."
She turned.
My knife was already pressed against Frederick's throat.
...
Police swarmed the cliffside within minutes.
I had Frederick locked in a chokehold, the blade steady against his neck, standing at the very edge beside Freddy.
Sweat traced a line down Marian's temple.
"George, I won't take Freddy. I'm not fighting you for him anymore.
"Let Frederick go. Do you want your son's father to become a murderer? Can you really make Freddy watch you kill someone?"
Every livestream camera was pointed at me.
The police negotiator stood beside Marian, talking me down in tandem.
I felt Frederick shaking in the crook of my arm.
I lowered my gaze.
Glanced at Freddy in his little cap.
He looked up and met my eyes.
Frederick's trembling grew worse.
I let my lips curl.
"No. Freddy is going to be my greatest heir."
Ignoring the color draining from Marian's face, I gave the order.
"Freddy! Help Daddy push this man off the edge!"
"George!!"
"Ma'am!"
The police shouted in alarm.
Marian snatched the gun straight from the officer's hands.
Aimed it right at me.
"Bang! "