Chapter 14 - THE WASHINGTON CATHEDRAL MEET
The noon sun filtered through the stained-glass windows of the National Cathedral, casting vibrant patterns across the stone floor.
Clara walked down the quiet aisle wearing a dark trench coat, her eyes scanning the empty wooden pews.
A woman in her late thirties with sharp brown eyes stood up from a row near the altar, holding a small brass key.
"Clara Vance. Thank you for coming," Evelyn Sterling greeted her in a low, respectful voice.
"What is in the safety deposit box, Evelyn?" Clara asked directly, keeping her posture straight and vigilant.
Evelyn handed her a small velvet pouch containing the key and a slip of paper with a bank address.
"My father wasn't just bribed by Beatrice Montgomery, Clara," Evelyn revealed in a tense whisper.
"He was working for a shadow syndicate controlled by Senator Thomas Sterling—my uncle."
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Clara froze, realizing that the conspiracy reached into the highest halls of American political power.
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