Chapter 3 - The Vintage Brass Keys Tell A Secret Story
Vincent’s gaze dropped slowly back down to the heavy set of vintage brass motel keys resting on the stainless steel counter.
The engraved tag bore the fading numbers of an abandoned roadside lodge located twenty miles outside the city limits.
“What does this room key unlock?” Vincent asked, his voice dropping an octave into a dangerous, controlled whisper.
“It unlocks the truth about your mother’s so-called death, and the billions your corporate board stole from your father’s estate,” Mary whimpered.
Vincent slid the heavy brass keys off the counter, pocketing them swiftly inside his vest next to his silver pocket watch chain.
“If you’re lying to me, Mary, there’s no protection program in America that will keep you safe from what I’ll do,” Vincent warned.
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Mary nodded frantically, wiping her tear-stained cheeks with the corner of her light blue retro diner apron.
“I’m not lying, Mr. Vance—the man standing behind you holds the rest of the puzzle pieces,” she whispered breathlessly.
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