Chapter 5 - THE FORGED SIGNATURE
“It’s flawless,” Vanessa said, her eyes gleaming with a sick triumph. “My lawyers authenticated it yesterday. If you try to stop me from taking Grace, the police will arrest you for kidnapping your own daughter. Your cartel ties are already under investigation. The courts will hand her to me in a heartbeat.”
Luca stared at the forged document in my hands. His jaw was clenched so tight I thought his teeth would shatter.
“You think a piece of paper will stop me from burying you?” Luca asked quietly.
“No,” Vanessa smirked. “But the flash drive in my safety deposit box will. The one this key opens. It has the ledger of every illegal transaction your family has made for the last ten years. You touch me, my lawyer releases it. You all go to federal prison, and Grace goes into the foster system. Or, she comes to Switzerland with me.”
A cold dread settled over the dining room.
She had them. She had cornered the most powerful family in Chicago.
Marcus looked defeated. Clara looked away.
But Eleanor Bennett didn’t flinch.
The elderly woman stepped forward, her orthopedic shoes making soft sounds on the hardwood. She walked right up to Vanessa.
“You think you’re very clever,” Eleanor said softly.
Vanessa rolled her eyes. “Go back to your nursing home, Eleanor.”
Eleanor reached into her old, worn handbag. “My daughter Catherine wasn’t just a housewife. Before she married Luca, she was an archivist. She knew how to keep records.”
Eleanor pulled out a small, worn, leather-bound diary.
“Catherine mailed this to me the morning of the day she died,” Eleanor said. “She told me not to open it unless something happened to her. For two years, I couldn’t bring myself to read it. The grief was too heavy.”
Eleanor looked at Luca. “Until you told me today that you never banned me from this house. That’s when I realized Vanessa had been controlling the narrative.”
Eleanor opened the diary.
“Catherine didn’t just find the missing money,” Eleanor read aloud. “She found the safety deposit box. She knew about the flash drive.”
Vanessa’s smirk faltered. “So what? She’s dead.”
“Yes,” Eleanor said, her voice turning to steel. “But before she died, she went to your bank. With a forged signature of her own.”
Eleanor pulled a second silver key out of the diary.
“She emptied your box, Vanessa. She took the flash drive. The only thing left in your vault is a note from my daughter.”
Vanessa’s face went chalk white. She patted her pocket furiously, staring at her key.
Answer one: Catherine outsmarted Vanessa before her death.
Open two: Where is the flash drive now? And why did Catherine mail the key to Eleanor instead of giving it to Luca?
“Give me that key!” Vanessa lunged at the old woman.
But she never made it.
I stepped in front of Eleanor, shoving Vanessa hard by the shoulders. She stumbled backward in her red silk gown, crashing into the dining table. Plates shattered onto the floor.
“Don’t you touch her,” I yelled.
Luca signaled his men. Two massive guards immediately grabbed Vanessa’s arms, pinning her against the wall.
“Where is the drive, Eleanor?” Luca asked, his voice shaking with a mixture of awe and grief.
Eleanor looked down at the diary.
“Catherine wrote that she hid it in the one place nobody in this family would ever look. Because none of you ever went there.”
Eleanor turned her gaze toward the hallway.
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TITLE: The Attic Dust
