Chapter 17 - The Smoking Gun|
"We didn't just track the hack, Victoria," Daniel chimed in, holding up a tablet. "We tracked the technician."
Victoria went dead silent.
"His name is Marcus Cole," Daniel explained smoothly. "Former military technician turned private contractor for Vance Global Security. We picked him up at O'Hare airport three hours ago trying to board a flight to Switzerland. He confessed everything."
The federal agent stepped forward, pulling Victoria’s hands behind her back and snapping heavy steel handcuffs around her manicured wrists.
"He gave us the audio recordings of you ordering him to install the ultrasonic emitter," the agent added. "Along with the wire transfer logs from your hedge fund's primary holding account."
Victoria turned her head, glaring at me with a venomous rage that mirrored the storm outside the windows.
"She was my sister!" Victoria spat, her voice cracking with fury as she was pushed toward the door. "Claire didn't deserve that empire! She gave up everything for you and those pathetic little bastards!"
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"Claire had everything you never will, Victoria," I said softly, watching her being led away in cuffs. "She had love. She had a family. And her children will grow up knowing that their mother’s memory protected them from a monster like you."
As the elevator doors closed on Victoria Vance, the oppressive weight that had been crushing my chest for eight long months finally began to lift.
