Chapter 18 - Uncovering The Secret Lake Vault
I stared at the letter, feeling a cold, familiar surge of tactical focus tightening in my chest as I held the heavy brass key in my hand.
I called my chief legal counsel, Marcus Vance—no relation to Victor—and had him pull our company’s fifty-year-old original title deeds.
“Abraham, our title insurance is solid,” Marcus reported over the encrypted line. “But if Victor forged federal land claims back in the fifties, it could tie up our main terminal in litigation for years.”
“Where is this lake house, Marcus?” I asked calmly, my voice dropping into that icy tone.
“It’s an abandoned estate on the southern shore of Lake of the Ozarks,” Marcus replied. “The bank seized it, but it hasn’t been auctioned yet.”
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I grabbed my heavy canvas jacket, locked my cabin doors, and walked out to my truck with the brass key tucked securely into my pocket.
“I’m going to Ozark, Marcus,” I said. “It’s time to close Victor Vance’s last door.”
