I was eight months pregnant with twins when my husband’s sister punched me in the stomach and demanded the transfer code to their $150,000 trust.
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Chapter 18 / 35
Chapter 18 - A Ghost's Address
The postmark on the envelope was from a small postal office in downtown Chicago.
The next morning, Daniel boarded a flight. He carried only his briefcase, the silver key, and a lingering sense of dread. He met with Detective Rachel Monroe, who had transferred to the Chicago field office a year prior.
"You shouldn't be chasing ghosts, Daniel,"
Monroe warned as they sat in a quiet diner.
"We took down Victor's network. It's over."
"It's not over,"
Daniel insisted, sliding the key across the table.
"Look at the serial number. It belongs to the First Heritage Bank on State Street. An old safety deposit box."
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Monroe sighed, picking up the key.
"I'll make a call. But if this is another one of Victor's traps, you are walking right into it."
