Chapter 3 - The Dead Accountant
I hung up the phone and grabbed my coat.
I told Marco to stay at the townhouse and protect Mia with his life.
I drove my armored SUV through the blinding rain toward Arthur's downtown office.
The streets of Manhattan were empty, washed clean by the relentless storm.
I pulled up to the glass tower and bypassed the security desk using my master keycard.
The elevator ride to the forty-second floor felt like it took an eternity.
I drew my pistol as the heavy metal doors slid silently open.
The hallway was completely dark, the emergency lights casting long, sinister shadows.
I stepped into Arthur's office and smelled the sharp, metallic scent of fresh blood.
Arthur was slumped over his expensive mahogany desk.
His computer monitors had been smashed, and the hard drives were ripped from the towers.
Someone had executed him to cover the medical payment trail.
I lowered my weapon, stepping closer to inspect the chaotic crime scene.
A heavy footstep echoed from the shadows near the corner office door.
I spun around, leveling my gun at the darkness.
A man stepped out into the dim light, his hands raised in surrender.
It was Marco.
I had ordered him to stay at the townhouse and protect my newly discovered daughter.
His suit jacket was covered in blood, and he was holding a suppressed pistol.
He looked at me with wide, panicked eyes.
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"Dominic, I swear to God, it is not what it looks like," he pleaded.
Before I could pull the trigger, my cell phone vibrated violently in my pocket with an emergency alert from my home security system.
