Chapter 7 - THE BRACELET
Grand Central Station was eerily silent at 3:00 AM. Locker 1014 held exactly what we needed: a single encrypted hard drive. The dead-man's switch Julian's father had built.
An hour later, we arrived at the abandoned shipping docks for the exchange. Eleanor stood flanked by armed mercenaries. Little Leo was shivering beside her in the damp cold, wearing a heavy tracking bracelet.
"The drive," Eleanor demanded, extending a manicured hand.
Julian tossed it onto the wet concrete at her feet. "Let the boy go."
Eleanor laughed, a cruel, hollow sound. "You always were naive, Julian." She raised her pistol, aiming not at me, but directly at Leo.
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I didn't hesitate. I hit the enter key on the hidden tablet in my coat. "I just wiped the offshore accounts, Eleanor. The dead-man switch is active. You're broke."
She snarled in pure rage and pulled the trigger.
