Chapter 11 - The Poisoner's Identity
The lab report proved that Harrison Sterling had not suffered a natural stroke; he had been systematically poisoned over eight months.
A rare synthetic neurotoxin had been administered in small, undetectable daily doses through his daily morning prescription medicine.
"It was his personal physician, Dr. Arthur Vance!" Victoria realized, tears of pure fury welling up in her dark eyes.
"Dr. Vance was paid two million dollars from Gregory's Cayman account to slow-poison your father into a coma," Marcus growled darkly.
Suddenly, heavy iron security gates slammed shut behind them inside the vault corridor, locking Victoria and Marcus inside the steel chamber.
Over the vault intercom speaker, the raspy, mocking voice of Dr. Arthur Vance rang out loud and clear.
"You should have stayed in Chicago, little girl," Dr. Vance sneered from his remote surveillance control room in Boston.
"Your father's life support system is programmed to shut down at midnight tonight unless I personally enter the override key," he bragged.
Victoria looked at her watch: it was currently 10:15 PM, giving them less than two hours to reach Massachusetts before her father died.
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"Marcus, blow this door open right now," Victoria commanded, her voice dropping into an absolute, lethal resolve.
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