Chapter 8 - The Actuary's Verdict
"You have nothing," I said coldly, standing up and pulling her to her feet by the collar of her expensive coat. I shoved her hard against the metal railing of the pier. "Your mother gave you up. Your hitman is dead. Your offshore accounts are frozen."
I reached into my pocket and pulled out my phone, showing her a screenshot. As an actuary, I knew how banking algorithms worked. While she had transferred the money, I had triggered a massive fraud alert through my firm's direct liaison with the federal banking commission before we left Portland. The funds were locked in transit.
"The money is frozen, Elena," I said, using her real name. "And you're going to spend the rest of your life in a federal supermax."
The sirens began to wail in the distance, a chorus of justice screaming through the coastal night, piercing the thick fog.
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Vanessa's face crumbled. The mask of arrogance shattered entirely, leaving behind a pathetic, terrified woman. She looked at the water, then at me, calculating her odds. The variables were zero. She fell to her knees on the wet wood, sobbing uncontrollably.
I didn't feel an ounce of pity. I turned my back, grabbed the waterproof Pelican case containing the physical evidence she had tried to flee with, and walked away to help Julian.
