Chapter 4 - The Digital Haunting
Panic visibly consumed Michael on the surveillance monitor as he stared at the horrifying photograph on his phone.
He shoved the device into his pocket and aggressively grabbed Ashley by the arm, dragging her into a private side room of the cathedral.
Julian immediately isolated the audio feed from the hidden microphones he had planted in the church's private chambers.
We listened in absolute silence as Michael frantically paced the room, cursing loudly and throwing a vase against the wall.
He told Ashley that the cleanup crew they hired had lied, and someone had photographic proof of the murder attempt.
Ashley slapped him hard across the face, ordering him to pull himself together before the insurance company executives noticed his panic.
She coldly reminded him that they just needed the money to clear the bank by midnight, and then they could flee the country forever.
I smiled a dark, bitter smile, knowing I was already ten steps ahead of their desperate escape plan.
Using the executive banking codes I had secretly memorized during our marriage, I logged into Michael's hidden offshore accounts.
With a few quick keystrokes, I completely drained his entire personal fortune and transferred it to an untraceable charity fund.
I wanted him to feel the exact same sheer, terrifying helplessness I had felt falling off that icy mountain.
A few minutes later, Julian's advanced decryption software intercepted a frantic, outgoing phone call from Michael's device.
Michael had called a notorious underworld fixer, begging for an emergency extraction and a team to hunt down the blackmailer.
The fixer's deep, gravelly voice echoed through our computer speakers with chilling confidence.
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The criminal proudly informed Michael that his technical team had already bypassed the international servers and traced the blackmailer's exact IP address.
My heart plummeted into my stomach as the fixer read out the precise GPS coordinates of our hidden medical clinic.
