Chapter 3 - I Discovered Clara’s Family Had Received Millions Before Attacking Her, and the Money Came From a Man Who Wanted Me DeadThe financial records arrived by noon.
Eight million dollars.
Transferred across six accounts.
The money went to Clara's father two days before the attack.
The sender:
Elias Varga.
I stared at the screen.
“He paid them.”
My chief nodded.
“Why?”
“We're still tracing the purpose.”
I opened the transfer note.
Nothing.
Only a code.
F-17.
I recognized it.
Falcon Route 17.
A shipping corridor I had refused to sell.
If Elias acquired it, he would control half the eastern port traffic.
But why use Clara?
That was the question.
Then another document appeared.
A medical insurance file.
Clara's prenatal coverage had been quietly canceled.
Four days before the attack.
I stared.
Someone had arranged for her care to become more difficult.
Someone had planned the beating.
Someone had ensured nobody could intervene quickly.
This wasn't rage.
It was strategy.
I looked at the nine family members.
They had been paid.
But they weren't the architects.
They were tools.
The architect wanted me angry.
Wanted me to retaliate.
Wanted my organization distracted.
Why?
My chief found the answer.
“There was a shipment.”
“When?”
“Last night.”
“Where?”
“Philadelphia.”
“What was on it?”
“We're checking.”
Then the port captain called.
“Boss, container 417 is missing.”
My blood went cold.
“What was inside?”
“Documents.”
“What documents?”
“Black files.”
I knew.
Evidence against several political figures.
Evidence worth more than money.
Someone had staged the attack while simultaneously stealing the files.
The violence against Clara had been a distraction.
Her family had been paid to hurt her because Elias needed me focused on them.
The real target was the shipment.
I called my men.
“Lock every port.”
The reply came immediately.
“Done.”
Then I called Clara's father.
He didn't answer.
I found him anyway.
An abandoned warehouse.
I entered alone.
He was sitting at a table.
Bruised.
His family had already abandoned him.
“You paid them,” I said.
He looked at me.
“I didn't want to.”
“You took eight million.”
“I was threatened.”
“By Elias?”
He nodded.
“Why Clara?”
His eyes lowered.
“He wanted her to die.”
I stepped forward.
“Why?”
“Because she knew something.”
My blood froze.
“What?”
“She found out about a shipment.”
“What shipment?”
“The one stolen last night.”
I stared.
“How?”
“She saw documents in my office.”
“What documents?”
“Names.”
“Whose names?”
“Yours.”
I felt cold.
“Why did Elias care?”
“Because your wife found evidence that one of your port companies had been infiltrated.”
I stared.
“By whom?”
The man began crying.
“My son.”
“Which one?”
“Daniel.”
The eldest brother.
The one who had laughed outside the ICU.
I remembered.
I had underestimated him.
He wasn't merely cruel.
He was part of the conspiracy.
I asked:
“Where is Daniel?”
His father shook his head.
“Gone.”
“Where?”
“Somewhere safe.”
“Safe for him?”
“No.”
He looked at me.
“For all of us.”
Then he whispered:
“You don't understand.”
“He promised to destroy your entire family.”
May you like
I stepped closer.
“He already did.”
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