Chapter 6 - The Shadows Behind the Bride
While Elena sat rotting in a holding cell awaiting federal arraignment, David was not resting.
Late that night, sitting in the private study of his Hudson Valley estate with a glass of scotch in his hand, he stared at a dossier spread out across his mahogany desk. The dossier bore the official seal of Vance Industries’ internal intelligence division.
Elena was not a mastermind. She was a secondary player.
The four million dollars she had tried to siphon off hadn't vanished into a generic offshore account in the Caymans. It had been funneled through a holding company registered under the name Apex Medical Group—the very same pharmaceutical conglomerate that had attempted hostile corporate takeovers of David’s biotech research labs six months prior.
The door to the study opened quietly.
Marcus stepped inside, closing the heavy oak panels behind him.
“You wanted an update on Julian Thorne, Boss?” Marcus asked, his voice low and professional.
David took a slow sip of his scotch, his eyes never leaving the documents. “Find him?”
“We found him,” Marcus nodded, placing a glossy surveillance photograph on the desk.
The photo showed a well-dressed man in his late thirties stepping out of a private jet at a tarmac in Zurich, Switzerland, flanked by two armed associates.
“Thorne liquidated whatever liquid assets Elena managed to wire him before the freeze hit,” Marcus continued. “He’s hiding out in a private chalet in the Swiss Alps, believing he’s completely out of reach of American jurisdiction.”
David set his glass down on the desk with a sharp clink. The amber liquid rippled under the harsh light of the desk lamp.
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“Jurisdiction is a funny thing when you own forty percent of the shipping lanes that supply his favorite Swiss bank,” David said softly, a cold, dangerous smile touching the corners of his mouth. “Book a private flight for Zurich tomorrow morning. Pack heavy. We’re going to pay Mr. Thorne a little family visit.”
Marcus cracked his knuckles, a grim grin spreading across his face. “Consider it done, Boss.”
