Chapter 5 - THE POCKET WATCH
We infiltrated Sterling Enterprises after midnight. To destroy Eleanor, we needed the digital master key to freeze the accounts, hidden in Julian's father's old executive safe.
"Do you know the code?" Julian asked, keeping watch at the door.
"I know his mind," I replied. I typed in the date of Julian’s mother's death. The heavy steel door clicked open.
Inside, there was no digital key. Just a rusted, antique pocket watch.
"A dead end," Julian cursed, hitting the wall.
I turned the heavy watch over in my palm. "No. Look." The hands were painted in place, permanently pointing to 10:14. And the serial number engraved on the back matched a baggage locker at Grand Central Station.
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Suddenly, the office lights flicked on. Marcus stood in the doorway. He was bleeding heavily from a gunshot wound to the stomach, clutching a manila folder.
"She shot me," Marcus coughed, sliding down the doorframe. "Take this."
