Chapter 13 - The Wedding Album's Secret
The black sedan tore through the interstate tollbooths, cutting the driving time between Boston and Manhattan down to an aggressive, white-knuckle sprint. Inside the vehicle, the tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. Valeria sat in the passenger seat, her laptop balanced on her knees, her fingers flying across the trackpad as she monitored the live firewall logs of the Vance Family Foundation.
"She's hitting the final clearinghouse," Valeria announced, her voice tight with concentration. "One hundred and ten million has already cleared the primary vaults. If she hits the secondary trust account in the Caymans within the next fifteen minutes, the money will be completely untraceable."
"How long until we reach the penthouse?" Agent Miller asked from the driver's seat, his foot pressing harder against the accelerator as they blew past a cluster of sluggish commuter traffic.
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"Twenty minutes if we don't hit construction on the bridge," Arthur replied from the back seat, staring straight ahead through the rain-streaked windshield. His hands were folded calmly over his cane, but his eyes burned with fierce dete
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