Chapter 18 - The Meeting At The Navy Pier
At 10:00 p.m. the following evening, rain pounded against the concrete pillars of the historic Navy Pier in Chicago.
Claire and Marcus walked down the deserted boardwalk, protected by two private security officers provided by federal authorities.
Standing at the edge of the pier under a dim streetlight was Victor Dupont—a tall, stern man in a dark trench coat with a sharp jawline.
Beside him stood three men carrying heavy black cases stamped with official military security classification seals.
“Mrs. Sterling,” Victor spoke, his voice deep, gravelly, and completely devoid of warmth or emotion as the wind whipped around them.
“I see you brought my sister’s former fiance to protect you.”
“We didn’t come here to play games, Victor,” Marcus said firmly, stepping forward on the wet wooden planks.
“If you have evidence regarding my grandfather, hand it over to the Department of Justice.”
Victor let out a cold, dry laugh that was instantly swallowed by the sound of crashing waves against the pier.
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“The Department of Justice is funded by the very men who covered up my father’s execution thirty years ago, Marcus,” Victor sneered.
“Your grandfather stole the turbine design, framed Thomas Vance, and left my family to rot in the shadows.”
