Chapter 11 - The Secret Echoes in Cell Block B
The heavy steel door of Cell Block B slammed shut with a metallic echo that reverberated through the concrete corridors of the federal penitentiary. Inside the maximum-security holding facility, Jonathan Miller—formerly known to the world as Michael Bennett—sat on the edge of a narrow steel cot. His orange jumpsuit felt like sandpaper against his skin, a daily reminder of how quickly his meticulously constructed empire of lies had collapsed.
Yet, despite his conviction, Jonathan wasn't broken. His eyes remained fixed on the small, barred window high up on the wall, watching the gray twilight fade into black. He knew secrets that the federal prosecutors hadn't even begun to unearth.
"Visitor for you, Miller," a guard grunted, rapping his baton sharply against the bars. "Room 4. Make it quick."
Jonathan sneered as he stood up, dragging his cuffed ankles across the floor. He didn't expect a lawyer. He expected one of his old associates—someone tied to the offshore accounts that the FBI hadn't managed to freeze.
When he stepped into the cramped, glass-partitioned visitation booth, however, the figure sitting on the other side wasn't a criminal crony. It was a man with sharp, silver-rimmed glasses and a cold, immaculate suit, sliding a manila envelope across the metal counter.
"Who the hell are you?" Jonathan rasped into the plastic phone receiver.
The man on the other side didn't blink. He picked up his own receiver, his voice coming through the static with chilling clarity. "My name is Arthur Pendelton. I represent the estate of the real Jonathan Vance Miller—the man whose identity you stole twenty-five years ago. And it appears, Jonathan, that you left behind something far more valuable than a few offshore bank accounts."
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Jonathan’s pupils constricted. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about the safety deposit box in Zurich," Pendelton whispered, tapping a finger against the glass. "The one containing the blueprint of the other operation. The one Sarah and your daughter haven't found yet. And if you want my help getting out of here, you're going to tell me the passcode."
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