Chapter 4 - The Offshore Account
I stumbled backward, pretending the wine was taking effect.
I let my knees buckle slightly, gripping the edge of the kitchen counter for support.
Adrian took a step forward, raising the chemical-soaked rag toward my face.
I knew that if I panicked, I would be dead before the sun went down.
I slurred my words intentionally, telling him I had transferred a million dollars into our joint account as a wedding surprise.
Adrian stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes darting toward Celeste, who had just entered the room.
Celeste demanded to know exactly which account I was talking about.
I mumbled that it was an offshore Caymans account I had set up just in case of emergencies.
Greed is the ultimate weakness of a con artist, and I was counting on it.
Adrian lowered the rag, asking for the account numbers and the digital authentication keys.
I told him the dual-factor authentication token was locked inside my safety deposit box back at the local Bahamian bank branch.
Celeste grabbed his arm and whispered that they needed to keep me conscious until they drained that money.
They forced me into the rental car and drove me to the small island bank in town.
I walked up to the teller, deliberately using a hand signal that bank employees recognize as a silent alarm for duress.
The teller typed furiously on her keyboard while I pretended to access my lockbox.
She handed me a slip of paper and asked me to verify the secondary account holder.
I looked at the name printed on the paper and felt the blood drain from my face.
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The secondary authorized user on my father’s most secure trust fund was not Adrian.
It was Detective Price.
