Chapter 16 - Confronting the Man Who Was Dead
At noon on Friday, Richard Sterling walked into the federal holding facility accompanied by two senior government prosecutors.
He was escorted into the secure visiting booth where Nathan Sterling sat waiting in his orange jumpsuit.
Nathan looked up, expecting his public defender, but instead froze in absolute terror as the older man sat down opposite him.
“Richard... Sterling?” Nathan whispered, his eyes widening in superstitious disbelief as if looking at a ghost.
“Hello, Nathan,” Richard said calmly, his voice carrying the chilling authority of a titan who had reclaimed his throne.
“You... you’re supposed to be dead. The yacht... the explosion...,” Nathan stammered, shaking his head violently.
“Your syndicate handlers did a poor job checking the wreckage,” Richard replied with a faint, dangerous smile.
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“You tried to steal my daughter’s inheritance using a cheap forgery and a manipulated pawn,” Richard stated coldly.
“And now, you are going to spend the rest of your natural life in a maximum-security federal penitentiary.”
