Arrogance is a terrible security system. I initiated a transfer. Not to me. I wasn’t a thief. I transferred every single scent. Millions of dollars from the arms deals, the real estate scams, the bribes to a charity for victims of domestic violence. Enter. Transfer complete. In 3 seconds, the Wolfpack went from being the richest family in Virginia to being broke.
Then I opened his email. I found the folder labeled insurance. It contained PDFs of bribes paid to judges, police chiefs, and politicians. I forwarded it to the FBI field office in Richmond. I forwarded it to the Washington Post. I forwarded it to Detective Miller just to let him know his career was over. Checkmate, I whispered.
The sirens were getting louder. Victor must have heard them, too. He stopped yelling at his sons. He looked at the gate. We have to go, Victor said. The feds will be here. If they find the lab, the lab is burning, Dad. Felix shouted. The evidence is gone. Not all of it, I said to myself. I picked up the incubator cart. I needed to move.
