Chapter 26 - The Hound of Vanguard
Thousands of miles away, in a sleek, glass-walled skyscraper in New York City, Silas was not resting.
He stood over a bruised, terrified offshore accountant who was strapped to a chair. The accountant had managed Daniel Blackwood’s hidden trusts.
"He’s a ghost!" the accountant sobbed, blood dripping from his nose. "He wiped the routing numbers! I don't know where the money went!"
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Silas calmly wiped a drop of blood off his immaculate silver watch. "Money is never truly gone, Mr. Vance. It leaves a footprint. A shadow."
Silas turned to his elite team of cyber-trackers. "Run a reverse algorithm on the Cyprus shell companies. Look for massive, unexplainable energy draws or satellite uplinks in remote sectors. The asset is pregnant. They will need heat, power, and medical equipment. Find them."
