MY HUSBAND LAUGHED WHEN HIS MOTHER HUM.ILIAT.ED ME AT OUR WEDDING—SO I EMPTIED HER BANK ACCOUNTS AND UNCOVERED MY "DE.AD" FATHER'S SICK CONSPIRACY

My father smiled, keeping the gun trained on Russo as he and my mother walked toward the Range Rover.

I opened the laptop. The screen glowed brightly in the dark, rainy night.

I navigated to the encrypted crypto wallet. The biometric prompt appeared on the screen, requesting my thumbprint.

“Hurry up, Julianne,” my mother snapped, nervously glancing toward the idling prop plane. “The feds will be tracking Eleanor’s car.”

I placed my thumb on the glass scanner.

The screen flashed green. ACCESS GRANTED.

“Good girl,” my father praised mockingly. “Now, route the thirty million to the Cayman address I texted you.”

I typed the routing number into the destination field. I held my finger over the ENTER key.

“Let Russo go first,” I demanded.

My father chuckled. He lowered his gun from Russo’s head, stepped back, and kicked the detective hard in the ribs. “Go on, pig. Crawl away.”

Russo scrambled desperately into the shadows of the hangar, wheezing in pain.

“Press the button, Julianne,” my mother ordered, aiming her flashlight directly into my eyes to blind me.

I didn't press the button.

I looked at the two people who had created me. The people who had sold me out, framed me for embezzlement, and tried to leave me to the mercy of a union mob boss.

“You know, Dad,” I said quietly. “You taught me a lot about accounting. You taught me how to hide money. But you never taught me how to clean it.”

My father frowned. “What are you talking about?”

“I didn't route the thirty million to your Cayman account,” I said, stepping away from the laptop.

I slammed my hand down on the ENTER key.

The screen flashed: TRANSFER COMPLETE.

“Where did you send it?!” my mother screamed, lunging for the laptop.

“I routed it directly into the operational slush fund of the Chicago FBI Field Office,” I said coldly. “It’s a direct, flagged federal wire. And I tagged the transfer with this exact GPS location.”

My father’s face went completely pale.

A deafening roar suddenly echoed from the sky above us.

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