Chapter 7 - THE ENGRAVED BRACELET
The rain had started to fall in heavy, freezing sheets by the time Vincent’s SUV roared back up the winding driveway of the Caruso estate.
Just as I suspected, a sleek black Mercedes was parked idling near the wrought-iron gates. Caroline Mercer was sitting in the driver’s seat, her mascara running down her cheeks, furiously texting on her phone.
Vincent slammed his truck into park, blocking her in. He leaped out into the downpour.
I followed him, the icy rain soaking through my uniform instantly.
Caroline looked up, her eyes widening in terror as Vincent marched toward her window. She fumbled with the locks, but Vincent smashed his elbow against the driver's side glass. The reinforced window spider-webbed, but didn't break.
“Open the door, Caroline,” Vincent yelled over the thunder.
She screamed, shaking her head.
Vincent drew his gun and aimed it at the glass.
Caroline shrieked, throwing her hands up, and hit the unlock button.
Vincent ripped the door open. He grabbed her left wrist.
“Vincent, please! I’m sorry!” she sobbed, trying to pull away.
He didn't hit her. He didn't yell. He just unclasped the heavy silver cuff from her wrist and stepped back.
He held it up in the headlights of his truck.
I leaned over his shoulder. On the inside of the tarnished silver, deeply engraved into the metal, was a 16-digit alphanumeric sequence.
“An offshore routing key,” Vincent whispered.
Caroline stared at us, shivering in her red satin gown. “What are you doing? Where is my father?”
“Your father is locked in the trunk of my car,” Vincent said coldly. “And if you ever come near me or my family again, he stays there permanently. Drive away, Caroline. Now.”
She didn't argue. She threw the car into reverse and sped backward down the dark road.
Vincent climbed back into the SUV. He pulled out a specialized satellite laptop from the center console. His fingers flew across the keyboard as he accessed the dark-web banking portal his family used for illicit transfers.
He typed in the sequence from the bracelet.
The screen blinked green.
ACCOUNT ACCESSED. BALANCE: $28,450,000.00
I let out a breath I felt like I’d been holding for an hour. “You have it.”
“I have access to it,” Vincent corrected, his jaw tight. “But transferring it takes twenty-four hours to clear. Daniel knows that. He asked for bearer bonds because they are untraceable and instant.”
“Then what do we do?” I panicked. “He said if we don't bring the bonds, he kills Leo.”
Vincent stared at the screen. “We give him exactly what he wants. Leverage.”
He turned to me. “Mia, I need you to do something incredibly dangerous. And if you say no, I will drive you home right now and handle this myself. But if you help me, I swear on my mother’s grave, you and your sister will never owe anyone a dime again.”
I looked into the eyes of the Chicago mafia boss. For the first time, I didn't see a criminal. I saw a desperate uncle trying to save a little boy.
“Tell me what to do,” I said.
Vincent pulled a sleek, encrypted flash drive from the glove box. He downloaded the entire routing key, account history, and the ledger file Anthony had sent him from the original letter into the drive.
Then he handed it to me.
“Daniel is a coward,” Vincent said. “He expects me to show up with guns blazing. He expects a trap. If I walk into that shipyard, he will shoot Leo the second he sees my face. But he doesn't consider you a threat. To him, you’re just a maid.”
My hands trembled as I took the drive. “You want me to go in alone?”
“No,” Vincent said softly. “I will be right behind you in the shadows. But you have to be the face he sees. You walk in. You show him this drive. You tell him it contains the only copy of the routing codes to his Cayman account, and that if he doesn't hand over the boy and the ledger with your sister’s name on it, I will wipe the account clean.”
“Will he believe me?”
“He’ll have to,” Vincent said. “Because a man who steals twenty-eight million dollars doesn't walk away without it.”
I swallowed hard. I thought about little Leo, eating pancakes at Rose's table. I thought about my sister, studying late in her dorm room, completely unaware of the danger hanging over her head.
“Okay,” I whispered. “Let’s go.”
Vincent put the SUV in drive.
Thirty minutes later, we arrived at the abandoned shipyard on Navy Pier. The rain was torrential. Massive rusted shipping containers loomed like metal mountains in the dark.
Vincent parked a block away. He handed me a small earpiece.
“I hear everything you hear,” he said, checking the magazine of his pistol. “Keep him talking, Mia. Make him focus on the money.”
I stepped out of the truck. The wind howled off Lake Michigan.
I walked slowly into the maze of containers. The only light came from a single halogen bulb rigged up to a generator near a rusted crane.
Standing beneath the light was Daniel. He wore a dark raincoat. In one hand, he held a briefcase.
In the other, he held a gun pointed directly at the head of a small, terrified boy with curly hair.
Leo.
“Stop right there!” Daniel shouted, squinting into the rain. “Where is Vincent?”
I raised my hands, holding the flash drive up high.
“Vincent isn't here,” I yelled over the storm. “He sent me to make a trade!”
Daniel laughed, a cruel, echoing sound. “He sent the maid? How poetic. Did you bring the bonds?”
“I brought something better!” I shouted, taking a slow step forward. “I brought the routing codes to your Cayman account! The account tied to Evelyn’s bracelet!”
Daniel’s smile vanished instantly.
The Reversal hit him hard. He realized he wasn't the smartest man in the room anymore.
“You’re lying,” he hissed.
“Test it!” I yelled, pulling a burner laptop from my bag and tossing it across the wet concrete. It skidded to a halt at his feet. “Plug it in! But if you don't give me the boy and my sister’s files right now, Vincent hits delete from his car, and you walk away with nothing!”
Daniel stared at the laptop. His greed warred with his caution.
Slowly, he lowered the gun from Leo’s head and bent down to pick up the computer.
May you like
That was all Vincent needed.
From the top of the shipping container directly above Daniel, a shadow dropped.
