Chapter 15 - The Digital Trap Is Sprung
Victor Vance’s hand twitched near his cigar, his confident demeanor faltering for a split second as he stared at Nora.
“You’re bluffing,” Vance spat out, leaning back in his leather chair. “The coroner cleared Arthur Preston fourteen years ago!”
“Fourteen years ago, the coroner didn’t test for synthetic digitalis compounds,” Daniel Moore spoke up from the doorway, stepping forward with a legal tablet.
“Digitalis leaves no standard trace in basic autopsies unless specifically requested by law enforcement.”
“And guess who paid for your father’s private coroner in 2012, Victor?” Nora added smoothly.
“A shell company registered under your wife’s Maiden name in Carson City.”
Vance stood up violently, his heavy hands slamming onto his desk, knocking over his crystal glass of scotch.
“Get out of my office!” Vance roared, his face turning dark purple with rage. “Get out before I have security throw you off my floor!”
Nora stood up slowly, smoothing the front of her jacket with elegant composure.
“You can keep your security guards, Victor,” Nora smiled softly, pulling her phone from her pocket.
“Because fifteen minutes ago, my operations team uploaded your 2012 acquisition files to the Department of Justice’s fraud division.”
“Your bank assets in Nevada, California, and Grand Cayman have just been frozen under federal RICO warrants.”
Vance gasped, reaching frantically for his desk telephone, but the line was already dead.
Through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of his office, three black federal sedans pulled up to the main entrance of the Vance Tower below.
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Nora picked up her handbag, looking down at the ruined tycoon with cold, magnificent victory.
“My father sends his regards,” Nora said gently, turning on her heel and walking out the door.
