Proof Of Loyalty
The journalist's mind was in turmoil as he drove home, his thoughts consumed by the dangerous path he had chosen. He knew he had crossed a line, trying to blackmail Congressman Hills, but he was desperate for a change that would catapult his career to new heights.
As he parked his car and entered his apartment building, a sense of unease washed over him. The usually bustling hallway was eerily silent. He dismissed it as late-night quietness, assuming that everyone must have gone to bed. He took a deep breath, hoping that being home would ease the weight on his shoulders.
Opening the door to his apartment with his spare key, he called out, "I'm home!" But there was no response, just an eerie silence that sent shivers down his spine.