Part 2: The Infrastructure Lockdown
The transition from a quiet caregiver’s panic to an absolute forensic retaliation took less than ten minutes.
I didn't yell at Bianca, and I didn't give her high-priced security team time to clear the mansion's server logs.
I wheels Donna Elena straight into the private study while Nick’s vehicle entered the main iron gates of Winnetka.
By 2:00 p.m., the central data terminal inside the estate war room was fully active under Nick's direct command.
"Marcus," Nick said into his field phone, his voice dropping into a flat, dangerous whisper that chilled the room.
"The Marino family isn't just trying to secure a standard marriage alliance to protect their shipping permits."
"They have been using a secondary administrative network to siphon our northern distribution capital for months."
Marcus Bell, the family’s senior compliance counsel, answered with a crisp, professional tone from the downtown center.
"The phone logs are fully verified, Nick," Marcus reported, uploading forty pages of unredacted transaction summaries.
"Bianca’s brother has been using a cloned biometric signature from your mother’s old medical portal."
"They needed the wedding finalized on Friday to mask a fifty-million-dollar deficit in their Panama ledger."
I kept my hand over Donna Elena’s shoulder, watching the red data bars update across the projection screen.
They had treated a stroke patient’s silence like a vacancy and my sensible manners like a guarantee of submission.
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"Lock the western transport lanes, Marcus," Nick ordered, his jaw tightening into an unbreakable line of iron.
"We are going to execute an absolute asset foreclosure on their entire lineage before the city council opens."
