Chapter 14 - The Casino Tower Confrontation
At 2:00 p.m., Nora walked through the gold-plated glass doors of the Vance Tower on the Las Vegas Strip.
She wore a tailored navy suit and high heels, her posture immaculate as she bypassed security guards with absolute authority.
She pushed open the double doors of the top-floor penthouse office, where seventy-year-old Victor Vance sat smoking a cigar behind a mahogany desk.
Vance was a heavy, silver-haired man with sharp blue eyes and a face carved from forty years of ruthless desert business deals.
He looked up from his desk, blinking in surprise as Nora walked inside, accompanied by two former FBI investigators hired by her firm.
“Nora Preston,” Vance boomed, setting his cigar into a crystal tray. “I heard about your drama down in Phoenix.”
“That idiot Edgar and his mother really made a mess of things, didn’t they?”
Nora walked up to his desk, pulling out a chair and sitting down smoothly without waiting for an invitation.
“Edgar was a small thief, Victor,” Nora said quietly, laying her father’s 2012 journal flat on his blotter.
“You’re the big thief who set him up.”
Vance glanced down at the yellowed journal, his thick eyebrows pulling together in a sharp frown.
“I don’t know what fairy tales Kristina Finch sold you before she died, girl,” Vance scoffed dismissively.
“I bought that Henderson quarry legally from your father’s estate through your husband’s brokerage firm.”
Nora leaned forward, bringing her face inches from his.
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“My father didn’t die of a natural heart attack, Victor,” Nora whispered, her voice vibrating with lethal authority.
“And we just exhumed his body in Phoenix for a full forensic toxicology screen.”
