Chapter 19 - The Confrontation In The Alleyway
Dominick Miller froze with his hand inside his coat, staring at the blonde woman standing in the damp alleyway.
Despite his age, his dark eyes burned with the same cold, ruthless malice that had defined the Miller family for decades.
"You..." Dominick spat out, his voice raspy from decades of cigar smoking. "Arthur's illegitimate granddaughter."
"My name is Sarah," she corrected smoothly, her firearm remaining perfectly steady, locked onto his forehead.
"You look just like your sister before we pushed her off that bridge in Charleston," Dominick sneered maliciously.
"Your family thought they could hide behind legal trust funds and private estates in New York."
"My brother Arthur Junior was a coward," Dominick continued, wiping blood from his lip. "He should have finished your whole branch eight years ago."
"Arthur Junior is dead, his son Vincent is in a federal cage, and Richard Vance is facing life in prison," Sarah stated coolly.
"And you are sitting in a wrecked car in an alleyway three minutes before my deadline at the consulate."
Dominick let out a dry, rattling laugh that echoed off the damp brick walls of the church alley.
"You think signing those Swiss papers makes you safe, girl?" Dominick mocked, his eyes glittering with dark malice.
"My men in Chicago will hunt you down to the ends of the earth! You will never sleep peacefully again!"
Sarah reached into her jacket with her free hand, pulling out a small satellite recording device that was flashing green.
"This live feed is broadcasting directly to the FBI Organized Crime Division in Chicago right now, Dominick," Sarah revealed.
"Every word you just said about my sister's murder and your Chicago network was recorded in high-definition audio."
Dominick’s face drained of color, his arrogance instantly shattering into a pathetic, wide-eyed look of absolute shock.
"Special Agent Marcus Reed is arresting your entire lieutenant board in Illinois as we speak," Sarah added.
"Your empire is gone, Dominick... just like the rest of your pathetic family."
Sirens echoed loudly down Fifth Avenue as a dozen police cruisers sealed off both ends of the alleyway.
Armed officers poured out with shields raised, surrounding the wrecked Bentley with rifles drawn.
"Drop the weapon! Hands in the air!" an officer yelled through a megaphone.
Sarah slowly lowered her suppressed handgun, setting it on the hood of the car and stepping back with her hands raised high.
Special Agent Reed walked down the alley, a satisfied smile on his face as he looked at the cowering old crime boss inside the car.
"Nice work, Sarah," Reed said, motioning for his agents to pull Dominick out of the vehicle in handcuffs.
"You made the noon deadline with two minutes to spare."
Sarah looked up at the clock tower of St. Patrick's Cathedral as the bells began to chime twelve noon across Manhattan.
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She pulled the sealed Swiss codicil envelope from her pocket, looking at it one final time before handing it to Agent Reed.
"Tear it up, Agent Reed," Sarah said softly.
