Nicholas
The rain poured down in relentless, torrential sheets as my SUV roared away from the naval yards, cutting through the dark, slick streets of the industrial district.
Inside the back of the mobile command vehicle, the glow of forensic monitors cast a harsh, blue light over my face. Daniel sat opposite me, his tablet plugged directly into the high-definition display, replaying the full length of Isabella’s recovered video.
I watched my late wife's face on the screen, my heart heavy with an agonizing, crushing weight.
"Nicholas," Isabella’s recorded voice rasped through the speakers, her pale face trembling as she held a stack of bank statements toward the camera. "If you are seeing this, it means Victor has moved against me. He didn't just steal millions from the charity foundat
