Chapter 5 - The Ledger Under The American Flag
Marcus smiled, a faint, knowing expression that did not reach his cold grey eyes.
“College classes don't teach you how to disarm a six-foot-two corporate executive without breaking a sweat or dropping your composure,” he noted.
He reached into the inner pocket of his navy shirt beneath his dark three-piece suit and pulled out a small, leather-bound notebook.
He laid it flat on the glass table between them, right next to the small American flag sitting in its brass stand.
Maya’s eyes flicked to the notebook for less than a second, but it was long enough for her to recognize the gold crest stamped on the cover.
It was the private ledger of the Vance Financial Group—the exact document the Department of Justice had been trying to locate for sixteen months.
“Julian thinks he’s coming here tonight to buy my silence regarding his family’s offshore accounts,” Marcus said quietly.
“He doesn't realize his father gave me this book as collateral two years ago when their firm ran out of liquid cash.”
Maya kept her face completely neutral, though her instincts were screaming at her to reach across the table and secure the evidence.
“Why are you showing this to me, Mr. Callahan?” she asked softly. “I’m just a waitress.”
Marcus leaned forward, the smell of rich tobacco smoke swirling between them.
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“Because three minutes ago, you proved you aren't scared of Julian Vance,” Marcus said, his voice dropping into a dangerous whisper.
“And because I need someone inside his father’s estate tonight who knows how to keep her head when things get messy.”
