Chapter 12 - THE WOMAN IN THE WAREHOUSE
Marissa recognized her.
Grace Holloway.
A former attorney for Cole Holdings.
She had disappeared three years earlier.
“You're alive.”
Grace smiled.
“So are you.”
Marissa entered.
Thomas remained outside with the investigators.
Grace placed a box on a table.
“The ledger is here.”
Marissa stared at it.
“Why give it to me?”
“Because I can't keep it anymore.”
“Why?”
Grace looked toward the door.
“Because they know where I am.”
Marissa opened the box.
Inside was a thick ledger.
Names.
Dates.
Amounts.
Companies.
Transfers.
Everything.
She turned the pages.
Then stopped.
Her own name appeared.
But beneath it was another name.
Anthony.
Then Eleanor.
Then several names she did not recognize.
And finally one name circled in red.
Marissa stared.
“What does this mean?”
Grace said:
“That is the person who started everything.”
“Who?”
Grace didn't answer.
Marissa looked again.
The name was familiar.
Too familiar.
She realized why.
It belonged to someone connected to her own past.
Someone she had trusted before Anthony.
Someone she had completely forgotten.
Before she could speak, the lights went out.
Thomas shouted from outside.
“Marissa!”
The warehouse doors slammed shut.
Grace grabbed her arm.
“Don't move.”
Footsteps echoed in the darkness.
Marissa held the ledger tightly.
A voice came from somewhere ahead.
“Give it to me.”
Grace whispered:
“Do not answer.”
The voice came again.
“You have no idea what you're holding.”
Marissa stepped forward.
“I know enough.”
The lights suddenly returned.
The room was empty.
The side door stood open.
Whoever had been there was gone.
Thomas entered.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
He looked at the ledger.
“Is that it?”
Marissa nodded.
Thomas opened it.
His expression changed page by page.
“This is enough to expose the entire network.”
Marissa looked at him.
“Then why do I feel like we're still missing something?”
David answered.
“Because we are.”
He pointed toward the final page.
A note had been written there.
The ledger is only the beginning.
Marissa turned the page.
Nothing.
She checked again.
The last page contained a handwritten date.
Tomorrow.
Then an address.
Her own townhouse.
Marissa stared.
“They're coming.”
Thomas immediately ordered security around the property.
But Marissa knew something was wrong.
If Northbridge knew the ledger existed, they would not simply come for it.
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They would come for the person who could interpret it.
And that person was her.
