Chapter 25 - THE SHOWDOWN IN THE KITCHEN
At eight o'clock the following evening, heavy snow began to fall once again over the Connecticut mansion.
Arthur Vance arrived precisely on time, stepping into the warm kitchen wearing his charcoal trench coat and carrying a leather folder.
The framed US flag on the wall reflected the bright overhead lights as Vance laid out the Swiss transfer documents on the island counter.
Margaret stood across from him in her navy blue sweater, looking at the Manhattan attorney with icy, unyielding calm.
David and Sarah stood behind their mother, their hands tucked into their pockets as they watched Vance’s every move.
"Sign on page twelve, Margaret, and this entire nightmare ends for your family," Vance stated, handing her a silver pen.
Margaret picked up the silver pen, turning it over in her hands before setting it back down on the quartz counter.
"Before I sign, Arthur, I have one question about the 1995 Aspen trip," Margaret brought up smoothly.
Vance’s smiling face stiffened for a fraction of a second, his dark eyes narrowing slightly under his gray eyebrows.
"That was thirty years ago, Margaret... ancient history has no place at this counter," Vance dismissed coldly.
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"Is it ancient history, Arthur? Or is it a active federal murder investigation?" Margaret asked, tapping a button on her phone.
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