Chapter 6 - The Secret in the Swiss Account Destroyed Everything Jack Believed About His Family
The Swiss account held records going back forty years.
Jack and Grace worked through them together.
They found payments to doctors.
Judges.
Politicians.
Hospitals.
Corporations.
And one enormous trust.
The Remington Legacy Trust.
Jack had been named beneficiary.
But there was something hidden.
A clause.
If the family criminal network was exposed, control of the trust transferred to the whistleblower's family.
Grace.
Jack stared.
“Your mother planned this.”
Grace shook her head.
“No.”
She read the clause again.
“My father.”
Jack's eyes widened.
Her father had designed the trust.
He had anticipated that someone would try to kill him.
He had created a legal mechanism that would destroy the Remington empire if his family was silenced.
Grace now held the key.
But there was one problem.
The trust required a witness.
A living witness who had seen Marcus order the first murder.
Grace's memory.
Her mother had hidden the truth in her subconscious.
She had seen Marcus at age six.
Jack looked at her.
“You don't have to remember.”
“I do.”
“No.”
“Jack.”
“If remembering hurts you, don't.”
She shook her head.
“I've spent my whole life believing my mother abandoned me because she couldn't handle being sick.”
Tears filled her eyes.
“I need the truth.”
They returned to Mrs. Bell.
She used old photographs and familiar sounds.
Slowly, memories returned.
A hallway.
A gray suit.
A silver ring.
Marcus.
A man kneeling.
Her father.
Grace had watched him be murdered.
She had been six.
She remembered.
Marcus had smiled at her.
Then he told her mother:
“She won't remember.”
Grace cried.
Jack held her.
She buried her face against his chest.
“I remember.”
He whispered:
“You're safe.”
She shook.
“He killed my father.”
“Yes.”
“He killed my mother.”
“Yes.”
“And now he wants me.”
“Yes.”
She looked up.
“What happens now?”
Jack kissed her forehead.
“Now we make him regret ever touching your family.”
The final evidence was sent to federal investigators.
Marcus was cornered.
But he had one final move.
He kidnapped Reed.
Then called Jack.
“You have twenty-four hours.”
“For what?”
“Give me the ledger.”
“No.”
“Then your security chief dies.”
Jack's expression was cold.
Grace took his hand.
“We don't trade.”
Jack looked at her.
“Correct.”
“We make him come to us.”
“How?”
Grace smiled.
May you like
“We give him what he wants.”
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