Chapter 4 - THE ERASURE
The police finally breached our perimeter, led by a weary-looking detective named Russo. He immediately tried to take control, but I wasn't leaving my wife's life in the hands of city bureaucracy.
"My team stays," I told Russo, staring him down. "Work with us, or work around us. I don't care."
Elias plugged into the hospital’s mainframe. "They wiped the cameras, Boss. A localized electromagnetic pulse right over the server rack in the security room. This wasn't a crime of passion. This was a professional hit."
I stared through the glass of the ICU. Claire looked so small amidst the wires and machines. Just down the hall, our triplets—two boys and a girl—were sleeping in their incubators.
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"Marcus," I realized, the name tasting like ash in my mouth. Marcus Vance had been my CFO for five years. He was the only one with the financial resources to hire a professional cleaner and buy synthetic Aconite. But why?
"Check the corporate accounts," I ordered Elias. "Right now."
