Chapter 15 - Zurich
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The vault was in a private bank. Underground. Impenetrable.
Or so they thought.
Elena had contacts. A guy who owed her a favor. A guy who could get us in.
We went at night. Three of us. Elena. Me. Tom.
Rachel stayed behind. Watched the perimeter.
The bank was quiet. Empty. Just guards. Two of them. Easy.
We moved through the halls. Silent. Careful.
The vault was at the end. Massive steel door. Electronic lock.
Elena entered the code. The door opened.
Inside: rows and rows of safe deposit boxes. Hundreds.
"Which one?"
"Doesn't matter. They're all the same. Records. Names. Evidence."
We started opening them. One by one. Filling bags with documents. Drives. Photographs.
Decades of secrets. Decades of crimes.
"This is everything," I whispered.
"This is just the beginning."
We took what we could carry. Then we left.
The sun was rising when we got back to the hotel. Rachel was waiting.
"Any problems?"
"None. You?"
"None."
We spread the documents across the bed. Started sorting.
Names I recognized. Names I didn't.
Politicians. CEOs. Celebrities. Judges.
And then I saw it.
A name I knew. A name that made my blood run cold.
Victor DeLuca.
My brother.
He wasn't just a killer. He was a member of The Circle.
He'd been part of it all along.
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