Chapter 10 - The Visitor from the Past
Nora followed Dominic down the narrow wooden stairs into the dim, dust-moted expanse of the antique shop.
The heavy front door was closed, but through the frosted glass panel, a tall, impeccably tailored silhouette stood waiting. Even through the patterned glass, the posture was unmistakable—rigid, defensive, and radiating cold panic.
Dominic unlocked the deadbolt and pulled the door open.
Aaron Pike stood on the threshold, holding a thick leather briefcase in one hand and a manila envelope sealed with red wax in the other. His usually immaculate hair was slightly ruffled, and there were dark circles under his eyes.
“Mr. Russo,” Aaron said, ignoring Nora completely as he stepped past them into the shop. “The federal prosecutor’s office just unsealed the indictments. Harrison tried to cut a deal from the holding cell at Suffolk County jail.”
Dominic didn't flinch. “What kind of deal?”
“He offered to hand over the primary offshore accounts in Zurich in exchange for a reduced sentence on the racketeering charges,” Aaron said, snapping open his briefcase and pulling out a certified financial transcript. “He claims the syndicate forced him into the real estate conspiracy, and that he was acting under duress from senior partners.”
Nora let out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Duress? He wrote the compliance review that tried to destroy his own firm just to frame us.”
Aaron adjusted his glasses, finally looking over at her with a polite, professional nod. “Indeed, Ms. Hayes. Which is why the prosecutor laughed him out of the interrogation room. The digital audit trails we provided this morning proved he initiated the shell transfers voluntarily eighteen months ago.”
Dominic stepped closer to the counter, his hands resting flat on the mahogany surface. “And the property?”
“The municipal zoning board has officially nullified the commercial eminent domain claim on the Hayes block,” Aaron announced, a faint trace of professional pride touching his thin lips. “Furthermore, the primary holding shell—Vanguard Asset Management—has been dissolved under federal asset forfeiture laws. The deeds to every single parcel on this street are currently reverting to their original independent owners.”
Nora gripped the edge of the counter. The words echoed in the dusty, quiet air of the shop like a physical weight lifting off her shoulders.
“Does that mean...” Nora started, her voice catching.
“It means,” Dominic said quietly, turning his head to look down at her, “nobody is ever going to force you out of this building again.”
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Aaron cleared his throat softly, glancing between them with the practiced discretion of a man who knew when he was surplus to requirements. “I’ll leave the final forfeiture filings on your desk at the penthouse, Mr. Russo. Good morning, Ms. Hayes.”
With a crisp nod, the lawyer turned and slipped back out into the sleet-slicked street, leaving the heavy oak door swinging gently behind him.
