Chapter 4 - The Serpent’s Nest
Arthur moved the children to a safe house, but the city felt different now. Every shadow, every car that slowed down behind him, felt like an executioner. He realized that Thorne’s associates—men he had sat with on boards of directors, men he had toasted to in executive suites—were not his partners. They were his wardens.
He returned to his penthouse, the silence of the marble halls now suffocating. He went to his study and pulled back a painting he hadn't touched in years. Behind it lay a safe he hadn't opened since his mentor’s funeral.
He entered the combination. Inside was a single dossier.
It wasn't a bank statement. It was a file on him. It contained photos of him from twenty years ago, meeting with Clara, meeting with Thorne, and—most chillingly—a photo of him standing over Thorne’s body the night he died.
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The angle was from the security camera that he had been told was broken.
He hadn't been an innocent observer of a tragedy. He had been a player in a grand, Machiavellian design he had been too young and too ambitious to see.
