Chapter 12 - The Bank Vault—The Husband—The Gunshot

Dozens of FBI SWAT agents swarmed the alley, rappelling from the roof and blocking both exits with armored tactical vehicles.

Frank Moretti froze. He looked at me with pure, homicidal rage.

“You set me up, you little rat,” Frank hissed.

“I’m an accountant, Frank,” I yelled over the sirens. “I track paper. I forwarded Eleanor’s original ledgers and the proof of the union embezzlement to the federal prosecutor two hours ago. I claimed whistleblower immunity.”

Frank’s thugs dropped their weapons, raising their hands as heavily armed federal agents moved in to cuff them.

Eleanor screamed in fury. She grabbed Briggs’s hunting rifle, aiming it directly at my chest.

“You ruined me!” Eleanor shrieked.

Before she could pull the trigger, a gunshot rang out in the alley.

Eleanor gasped. The rifle dropped from her hands. She collapsed onto the wet asphalt, a dark red stain blooming across her expensive designer dress.

I looked in shock toward the shooter.

It wasn't an FBI agent.

It was Marcus.

He was lying on the ground, having pulled a hidden pistol from his ankle holster. He had just shot his own mother in the back.

“I told you I hated her, Jules,” Marcus wheezed, a psychotic smile twisting his bloody face. “She cut me out. She deserved it.”

FBI agents tackled Marcus, kicking the gun away and pinning him to the concrete.

I stood frozen in the chaos, watching Eleanor bleed out on the alley floor, watching Frank Moretti get shoved into the back of a federal transport van.

The nightmare was ending. The board was being cleared.

A lead FBI agent walked up to me, holstering his weapon.

“Julianne Mercer?” he asked.

“Yes,” I said, my hands shaking as the adrenaline crash hit me.

“Good work,” the agent said. “Your immunity paperwork is being processed. But we have a problem.”

“What problem?” I asked.

“We raided the Starlight Motel ten minutes ago based on your tip,” the agent said grimly. “Your parents weren't there. They slipped the net.”

My blood ran cold.

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