Chapter 13 - Flight To Las Vegas
By 6:00 a.m. the following morning, Nora’s private corporate jet cut through the clear blue sky toward Harry Reid International Airport in Las Vegas.
Daniel Moore sat across from her in the leather cabin, pouring two cups of hot black coffee as the city skyline appeared in the distance.
“I ran a background check on Edgar’s father’s old business partner, Nora,” Daniel said, setting a folder on the table.
“His name is Victor Vance. He owns Vance Concrete Logistics, the largest material supplier in Nevada.”
“In 2012, Vance was locked in a bitter bidding war with your father over a forty-acre gravel quarry near Henderson.”
Nora looked out the oval window at the massive strip of casinos and industrial yards sprawling across the desert floor.
“My father refused to sell the quarry,” Nora recalled softly, her memory sharp and clear.
“He told me three days before he died that someone was trying to blackmail him into signing over the land rights.”
“And three months after his funeral, Edgar convinced me to sell that exact quarry to Vance Concrete for a fraction of its true value.”
Daniel looked at her with grave concern. “If Victor Vance and Edgar conspired to commit corporate fraud—or worse—your father’s death was a homicide.”
Nora took a slow sip of her coffee, her expression settling into a mask of pure, unyielding vengeance.
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“We’re not going to court this time, Daniel,” Nora said calmly, her green eyes cold as ice.
“We are going to take Victor Vance’s entire empire down, piece by piece.”
