Chapter 16 - Uncovering The Syndicate's Deepest Secret
When we arrived back at the Moretti estate, the sun was just beginning to paint the eastern horizon in pale shades of gray.
Instead of taking me to my bedroom in the east wing, Ricardo led me down a hidden staircase behind the grand library.
We descended into a secure, subterranean bunker illuminated by banks of computer monitors displaying security feeds and financial networks.
“Viktor wasn’t acting alone tonight,” Ricardo said, typing rapidly on a mechanical keyboard that brought up encrypted corporate files.
“What do you mean?” I asked, stepping closer to look at the scrolling data streams reflecting in his dark eyes.
“The Chicago syndicate has been laundering money through New York real estate using a shell company owned by my own uncle,” Ricardo revealed grimly.
My eyes widened as I read the corporate names on the screen, recognizing the exact same offshore accounts my brother had died trying to expose.
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“Your own family is tied to my brother’s murder?” I whispered, backing away from the console as the horrifying puzzle pieces clicked into place.
“Blood doesn’t mean loyalty in our world, Savannah; it just means they know where to aim the knife,” Ricardo said grimly.
