Chapter 8 - Where Did The Money Go?
“Exhausting work?” Knox repeated, his eyes burning with a dark, consuming fire that made Silas shrink back as far as the ropes allowed.
“You dumped her on a freezing Chicago curb to die like a stray animal while you bought vacation homes in Florida.”
“I-I didn't dump her! The nursing facility closed down, and the funds ran short—it wasn't my fault!” Silas sobbed uncontrollably.
“The funds ran short?” Knox pulled a thick file from his coat pocket and tossed it into Silas’s lap.
“These are your offshore bank records, Silas. Every penny accounted for, down to the last dollar you stole from my mother.”
Silas looked down at the documents, realizing that every single lie he had fabricated over the years had been completely dismantled.
“Please... take the houses, take the cars, take everything I own! Just don't kill me!” Silas begged, tears streaming down his face.
“Killing you would be far too easy,” Knox said, straightening his dark coat with chilling composure.
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“You are going to sign over every asset, every property, and every offshore account to a trust managed by Dela Hart.”
“And then,” Knox added, leaning in close to Silas’s ear, “you are going to spend the next thirty years in a maximum-security prison.”
