Chapter 13 - The Blood on the Floor—The Mother-in-Law—The Confession

“They’re gone?” I whispered, staring blindly at the flashing police lights.

“They left in a hurry,” the FBI agent confirmed. “We found blood on the floor of the motel room, but no bodies. We’ve issued a statewide APB.”

I looked down at Eleanor, who was being loaded onto a stretcher by paramedics. She was barely conscious, coughing weakly.

I walked over to the stretcher. The paramedics tried to push me back, but I stood firm.

“Where did they go, Eleanor?” I demanded, leaning over her.

Eleanor opened her eyes, looking at me with pure hatred. But she was dying, and she knew it. The malice in her eyes slowly shifted into a twisted, bitter resignation.

“Thomas… always has a backup,” Eleanor choked out. “The private airstrip… in Gary, Indiana. He kept a chartered prop plane fueled. He’s taking the laptop.”

“He can't unlock it without his thumbprint,” I said.

Eleanor laughed weakly, a wet, rattling sound.

“He doesn't need his thumbprint, you stupid girl,” Eleanor gasped. “He needs yours.”

My heart stopped.

“What?” I breathed.

“He didn't encode the crypto wallet to himself,” Eleanor sneered, blood bubbling on her lips. “He encoded it to your biometric signature… when you logged into the terminal at the wedding. You are the only key to the thirty million dollars. And he knows it.”

The paramedics pushed me aside, loading Eleanor into the back of the ambulance and slamming the doors.

I stood paralyzed on the wet asphalt.

My father didn't just use me as a distraction. He used my physical identity as the ultimate security lock. The thirty million dollars was trapped behind my fingerprint.

And if my parents knew that, they weren't running away.

They were coming to hunt me.

My burner phone vibrated in my pocket.

I slowly pulled it out.

It was a text from my mother.

We have Detective Russo. Come to the Gary airstrip alone in one hour, or we mail you his head in a box. Then we come for you.

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