Chapter 11
Two hours later, the Boeing 777 touched down smoothly on the rain-slicked runway of a private airfield in Zurich.
The storm outside was heavy, lightning illuminating the Swiss mountains in brilliant flashes of white light.
A fleet of three black armored SUVs was parked right on the tarmac waiting for our arrival.
William carried his son Leo in a heavy wool wrap, while Vance carried Maya, who had fallen asleep again.
I walked beside William, my canvas bag slung over my shoulder, stepping down the mobile stairs into the rain.
A tall woman in a crisp gray business suit stepped out from the lead SUV, holding an encrypted laptop tablet.
“Mr. Sterling,” the woman said, bowing her head slightly. “The Swiss banking authorities have frozen the accounts.”
“Good work, Evelyn,” William replied, stepping inside the back seat of the bulletproof vehicle.
I scrambled into the leather seat beside him, watching as Vance placed Maya safely on the cushion next to me.
“What is our next move, Evelyn?” William asked as the SUV launched forward toward a private hanger building.
“Julian realized ten minutes ago that your plane didn’t land in Rome,” Evelyn reported, tapping her screen.
“He has mobilized his private security team in Boston, and they’re surrounding your Newport estate right now.”
“He’s looking for the physical property deeds,” I interrupted, remembering something crucial from home.
William turned to look at me, his eyebrows raised in sudden interest.
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“What deeds, Lily?”
“The deeds my mother hid inside the attic wall before she vanished,” I revealed.
