Chapter 20 - The Unresolved Shadow Hanging Over Our Future
The handwriting was unmistakably Avia’s—sharp, precise, and demanding even from behind iron bars.
“Dear Natalia,” the letter began without any warmth or pretense of familial affection.
“You think the Swiss accounts will save you from the real debts attached to the Vance family name?”
“My associates in Zurich don't answer to federal judges or American bankruptcy courts.”
“Enjoy your little victory in Ohio while it lasts... because the ledger is never truly closed.”
Talia let the letter flutter down onto the wooden coffee table, her hands trembling slightly as she looked up at Beck.
Beck walked over, pulling her into his arms and pressing a reassuring kiss into her dark hair.
“She’s just trying to scare us from across prison walls one last time,” Beck whispered, though a cold knot formed in his own stomach.
Outside their front window, a black luxury sedan sat idling quietly beside the curb under the dim streetlamp.
Inside the parked car, an anonymous figure watched the lit living room window through heavily tinted glass.
The digital screen on the dashboard glowed softly in the dark, displaying a live file labeled: PROJECT MERCER - ACTIVE.
May you like
Beck reached out, drawing the living room drapes closed against the night as the shadows lengthened across the floor.
The battle for their family was officially won in America, but the international storm was only just beginning to gather.
