Chapter 4 - The Betrayal In Room 402
As the Marshals led a screaming Victoria through the glass doors, Marcus grabbed Elena’s arm in the empty corridor.
"Elena, listen to me," Marcus pleaded, his sharp features tight with desperate urgency. "I didn't know about the plane."
"I thought you were in Atlanta conducting a routine audit," Marcus added, his breathing heavy in the quiet hallway.
Elena looked down at his hand on her blood-stained sleeve, her expression cold and completely devoid of warmth.
"You were standing in Room 402 when the sabotage signal was sent, Marcus," Elena said softly.
"I logged the encrypted IP address from the plane's emergency transmitter before the engines failed over the swamp."
Marcus froze, his grip slipping from her arm as if he had been struck by a physical force.
"You knew I was tracking the money trail from the moment I accepted the Founder position," Elena continued.
"You married Victoria because her resort provided the perfect offshore laundry for your family's illegal investments."
Marcus took two steps backward, his back hitting the mahogany wall paneling of the resort corridor.
"They threatened my sister, Elena," Marcus whispered, his eyes pleading for understanding. "They told me they'd burn down the house in Greenwich."
"You should have come to me," Elena replied, holding up the mahogany box containing her federal star.
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"Instead, you chose to stand beside a woman who put four federal agents into a fiery grave in the Everglades."
Elena turned her back on him, walking barefoot toward the central computer vault hidden behind the main ballroom.
