Chapter 8 - THE PIECES OF THE PUZZLE
"Lily found the silver chain sliding out from beneath the east wing door," Mark explained, stroking Sarah’s hair.
"And the woman in the hallway wasn't wearing your wedding ring... she wore a fake replica," Mark added grimly.
Sarah closed her eyes, remembering the terrifying night six months ago when masked intruders broke into their master bedroom.
"Elena was my corporate assistant at the firm... she orchestrated the entire kidnapping with my brother," Sarah revealed.
Mark’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle ticked violently along his jawline in a display of restrained rage.
"Your brother, Julian? The executive director of Vance Global Industries?" Mark asked, connecting the deadly dots.
Sarah nodded slowly, a tear slipping down her hollow cheek onto the velvet cushion of the sofa.
"Julian wanted full control of the trust fund before the upcoming quarterly shareholder vote next week," she confirmed.
Mark stood up slowly, walking over to the fireplace where the framed American flag hung in the background.
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"The FBI is going to have a very busy evening," Mark muttered, pulling his encrypted smartphone from his pocket.
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