Chapter 2 - Silas Crane’s Hidden Financial Vault
The digital files glowing on Toby’s secure laptop illuminated the dark interior of the parked SUV with an eerie blue light.
Toby scrolled rapidly through the encrypted offshore ledgers, his jaw tightening with every single line of data he uncovered.
“Boss, you’re not going to like what’s sitting in these accounts,” Toby said, his voice dropping into a grim register.
Knox stared out the hospital window, his reflection shadowed against the glass. “Talk to me, Toby. Where did the money go?”
“Every single month for the past eight years, you wired twenty-five thousand dollars directly into Silas Crane’s primary corporate trust,” Toby explained.
“That money was supposed to cover private nursing, organic meals, full-time medical insurance, and house maintenance,” Knox muttered coldly.
“It did cover those things—for Silas Crane’s luxury country club memberships, his three sports cars, and his vacation villa in Boca Raton,” Toby confirmed bitterly.
Knox’s hands curled into tight fists inside his coat pockets, the leather groaning under the sudden, explosive pressure.
“He left my mother to rot on a freezing Chicago street while he lived like a king off my name,” Knox whispered.
“Silas didn't just neglect her; he systematically liquidated your mother’s house three years ago and pocketed the entire cash settlement,” Toby added.
The silence inside the SUV became so heavy it felt tangible, suffocating the very air around them.
“Where is Silas right now?” Knox asked, his voice carrying the calm, terrifying stillness before a devastating hurricane.
“His flight tracking logs show he’s currently entertaining investors at his private lakeside estate in Lake Geneva,” Toby replied instantly.
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“Book a car,” Knox instructed, turning away from the window with eyes locked onto a singular, lethal objective.
“We are going to go pay Mr. Crane a late-night visit he will never forget.”
