Chapter 9 - The Tiny Burgundy Shoe Reveals A Terrifying Hidden Clue
Arthur walked slowly down the final step, his polished black oxfords coming to a halt beside the tiny burgundy shoe.
He knelt down on one knee, picking up the small velvet shoe that had tumbled from his daughter's foot during the rescue.
As he turned the shoe over in his palm, something metallic slipped from the inner lining and clicked against the marble.
It was a miniature micro-recording device, no larger than a coin, fitted with a custom digital transmission chip.
Jonathan’s face turned corpse-white as he recognized the tiny piece of corporate espionage equipment instantly.
“She... she bugged the child's clothes to monitor our private conversations,” Jonathan breathed out in sheer horror.
Arthur clicked the playback button on the miniature device, filling the silent foyer with a chilling recorded conversation.
“If the girl discovers the offshore transfers, make sure she has an accident near the balcony before the quarterly audit,” Jonathan’s voice played.
The entire parlor fell into a dead, suffocating silence as the absolute depravity of the grandfather’s plot was exposed.
Arthur stood up slowly, the tiny shoe gripped so tightly in his fist that his knuckles turned completely bloodless.
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“That recording goes straight to the federal judge presiding over your asset forfeiture trial,” Arthur said quietly.
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