Chapter 10 - Exposing The Million-Dollar Forensic Swap And Cover-Up
Dr. Alistair wept openly into his hands, the illusion of his respectable medical career completely shattered in a matter of seconds.
“Who threatened you?” Lorenzo demanded, grabbing the collar of the doctor’s silk pajamas and hauling him upright against the wall.
“The Marinos syndicate,” Alistair choked out, gasping for air as Lorenzo’s grip tightened around his collar. “They came to my office with files on my daughter’s medical debt.”
“They forced you to fake the autopsy report,” Mason stated, stepping forward with his arms crossed over his chest.
“Yes!” Alistair cried, nodding frantically. “They brought a body from the county morgue—a homeless woman who died of an overdose—and swapped the dental impressions.”
“And Isabella?” Lorenzo pressed, his voice dropping into a harsh, dangerous register. “Where did they take her?”
“I don't know the exact location,” the doctor sobbed, shaking his head. “All I know is that she was supposed to sign over her offshore trust holdings to their shell company before they... before they disposed of her.”
Lorenzo released his grip, letting the old man slump back down onto the stairs like a discarded sack of flour.
“How much time does she have?” Lorenzo asked, his mind calculating every variable with cold precision.
“The document transfer was scheduled for noon today at a secure safehouse in downtown Manhattan,” Alistair whispered, wiping his face with a trembling sleeve.
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Lorenzo looked at Mason, who checked his wristwatch and nodded grimly in understanding.
“We have six hours,” Mason said.
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