The guest bedroom in my Manhattan penthouse was vast, silent, and entirely unaccustomed to the sound of a child breathing
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Chapter 4 / 10
Chapter 4 - THE MEDICAL FILE DECEPTIONThat afternoon, Marcus sent me an encrypted digital packet. The contents turned my blood to ice. Four years ago, a private jet registered to a shell company owned by Arthur Sterling’s primary corporate counsel had landed at a private airfield in New Jersey.
The child wasn't rescued by the state. She was hidden.
And the person who ordered the cover-up wasn't an enemy outside the family. It was Arthur Sterling’s right-hand man and current CEO, Richard Vance—no relation to my investigator, but an aggressive, ruthless corporate shark who stood to inherit the entire Sterling conglomerate if the direct bloodline was eliminated.
I looked at a photo of Richard Vance on my monitor. I had shaken his hand at a charity gala six months ago. He had smiled at me with eyes as cold as glass. And now, that same man was legally responsible for the welfare of the little girl currently drawing pictures in my penthouse.
