Chapter 16 - The Final TrapVictor demanded a meeting.
One location.
The old Solmere ballroom.
Midnight.
I agreed.
But I didn't go alone.
Federal agents surrounded the building.
FBI analysts monitored every communication.
Every camera.
Every entrance.
At midnight, Victor entered.
No guards.
No weapons visible.
He looked exactly like the man in my mother's photograph.
Older.
But unmistakable.
"Charlotte."
I stood beneath the chandelier.
"Father."
He smiled.
"You know now."
"I know enough."
He looked around.
"Your mother would have been proud."
"Don't talk about her."
He stopped.
"You have her eyes."
"And her courage."
His smile disappeared.
I placed the ledger on the table.
"You wanted this."
He stared at it.
Then he smiled.
"Yes."
I opened it.
"Then come get it."
The ballroom doors exploded open.
Federal agents flooded inside.
Victor didn't run.
Instead, he laughed.
Because he had known.
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He had expected the trap.
And suddenly every light in the ballroom turned red.
