Chapter 4 - The Offer of a Lifetime
I set the porcelain teacup down on the glass table, looking up at the man whose name made Chicago aldermen break out in cold sweats.
"Are you going to kill him?" I asked, surprised by how steady my voice sounded in the vast, quiet room.
Victor turned back to face me, a faint, dark smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Violence is messy, expensive, and leaves too many loose ends for federal prosecutors to examine."
"Besides," he continued, taking a seat behind his massive walnut desk, "death is far too quick for a man who made his wife eat leftovers while he bought caviar for another woman."
I leaned forward, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged bird.
"Then what do you want from me, Mr. Romano?"
Victor slid a thick blue binder across the desk toward me.
"Richard made one critical mistake during his little embezzling scheme over the past six months."
"To avoid suspicion on his corporate tax returns, he registered Elena’s shell company under your social security number."
I gasped, shooting up from the couch in absolute horror.
"He put my name on stolen mafia money?"
"He put your name on the holding company," Victor replied, his eyes narrowing with razor-sharp intensity.
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"Which means legally, Mrs. Crowe, you are the sole signatory on twelve million dollars sitting in an offshore account in the Cayman Islands."
"Richard and Elena spent months moving that capital, but neither of them can withdraw a single cent without your live biometric verification."
