Chapter 3 - The Audit of ShadowsBy 1:00 PM, Eleanor’s forensic team had completely locked down my primary commercial infrastructure.
We sat in the private conference room of Harrison & Sterling alongside Marcus Thorne, a former federal prosecutor turned senior investigator. Across the long mahogany table rested three distinct items: my plain gold wedding ring, a high-resolution photo of Nicolai sleeping in my bed alongside the plumbing repair receipts from his apartment, and a four-hundred-page forensic audit detailing sixteen million dollars in diverted assets.
"Evelyn made one fatal mistake," Marcus Thorne announced, sliding a satellite tracking map across the glass table. "She assumed you wouldn't return until Monday at 5:00 PM. Because of that, the wire transfers to Switzerland are currently sitting in a seventy-two-hour international holding limbo at First National Bank of Chicago."
"Can we freeze them?" I asked.
"We can do better than freeze them, Mr. Vance," Marcus smiled grimly. "We can redirect them under a emergency corporate fraud injunction. But to pull that off, we need to locate Julian and Evelyn before they reach international airspace."
Eleanor pulled up a secondary camera feed on her tablet.
"They aren't at an airport," Eleanor revealed. "Julian knows that international flight manifests trigger red flags for flagged financial advisors. They are currently staying at a secluded private estate near Lake Geneva, Wisconsin—a property registered under Elysian Holdings."
I stared at the screen. The image showed a sprawling, gated stone mansion surrounded by dense forest. Parked in the circular driveway was Evelyn’s favorite luxury SUV, sitting alongside a silver sedan with a familiar license plate.
"She thinks she won," I murmured, my voice dropping into a low, lethal register. "She thinks I'm sitting in suburban Chicago crying over an empty house and a stranger in my bed."
"She believes you are emotionally paralyzed, Dad," Eleanor said, handing me a sleek black pen. "She thinks you're the same gentle husband who let her handle the household books because you trusted her unconditionally."
"She forgot who built the logistics empire," I replied, taking the pen.
I signed the legal authorization documents in three places, transferring full emergency litigation power to Eleanor and Marcus.
"What's the play, Eleanor?" I asked.
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Eleanor stood up, buttoning her suit jacket, her dark eyes flashing with an unshakeable, sovereign authority.
"The play, Dad," Eleanor declared, "is that we don't call the police yet. We walk into Lake Geneva with a Sheriff's deputy, an emergency asset seizure warrant, and a court reporter. And we make Evelyn sign every single dime back to you before she realizes her getaway car has no wheels."
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