The Broken Legacy of a Protective Mother and a Shadowed Empire
“If you stay here, Vance’s men will find you before the police can secure the floor,” Miller said.
“Then do your job and protect us,” I said.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, keeping the metal pole raised with my other hand.
“I have something you want,” I said.
Miller’s eyes drifted from the pole to the glowing screen of my phone.
“What is that?” he asked.
“It’s the digital ledger from Vance’s shell companies,” I said.
I had downloaded the files from the encrypted drive Giovanni had hidden in our old safe-deposit box.
“It shows every transaction made over the last eighteen months,” I said.
Miller didn’t move, but his posture stiffened.
“Including the payments made to Marla Hensley,” I added.
The room went completely silent except for the rain tapping against the glass.
“The hospital administrator?” Miller asked.
“She took sixty thousand dollars to flag my son’s admission,” I said. “She purposely delayed his emergency transfer to keep him vulnerable.”
I stared directly into Miller’s eyes.
“She let an infant suffocate for a paycheck from Marcus Vance,” I said.