That card contains three point eight million dollars of proprietary corporate escrows!”
Vance stepped closer, his eyes cold as ice:
“If Emily hands over the black titanium card right now, Mr.
Cole has authorized us to dismiss the contempt citations.
If you refuse, she will be remanded into federal custody for grand larceny, and your nephew Tyler will be placed into a closed juvenile detention facility in Richmond before his flight lands in Zurich!”
My heart stopped.
I stepped out from behind the brick pump house, the freezing rain soaking through my hair, my hand clutching the titanium card inside my coat pocket:
“You’re lying,” I said, my voice trembling with raw, incandescent fury:
“Tyler gave me this card at the airport!
He told me it belonged to his grandfather, Richard Cole!
Harrison never owned this money!”
Marcus Vance’s lips curved into a cruel, triumphant sneer that made the blood freeze in my veins:
“Your father-in-law, Richard Cole, died of a sudden coronary arrest four years ago, Mrs.
Cole,” Vance sneered through the wire:
“He didn’t leave a single dollar to an uneducated administrative clerk and her mechanic brother.
That card was encoded thirty days ago in Vaduz, Liechtenstein.
And the only reason your son Tyler found it inside the study safe… is because Richard Cole hid it behind the foundation wall before our technicians could sever the link!”
Vance reached to his hip, unsnapping the retention hood on his Glock sidearm:
“You have three minutes, Emily.
