Chapter 19 - The Trial of the Century
Damian grinned, his thumb hovering over the red detonator button. "Nothing personal, nephew. Five hundred million dollars was just deposited into my Swiss account."
"Check your phone, Damian," Michael said calmly.
Damian frowned. "What?"
"You think I came onto this boat alone?" Michael pointed to the horizon behind the yacht.
Through the heavy rain, three Coast Guard cutters and two naval attack helicopters emerged from the fog, their massive spotlights blinding the bridge of The Nemesis.
"Detective Miller didn't just track us here," Michael said. "He uploaded the live feed from your bunker server directly to the Federal Bureau of Investigation ten minutes ago. Your Swiss accounts are seized. Victor Kane's penthouse in Dubai is being raided by Interpol as we speak."
Damian looked at the monitor. On the screen, heavy tactical forces were crashing through Victor Kane's windows, tackling the old billionaire to the marble floor.
"NO!" Damian screamed, plunging toward Michael with a combat knife.
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Michael stepped aside, caught Damian’s wrist, twisted it back, and slammed his head against the heavy steel control console. Damian collapsed to the deck, unconscious.
Michael reached over, pulled the throttle back to zero, and dropped the yacht's anchors.
