Chapter 7 - Unraveling the Web
The federal indictment against Dominic Vesceri spanned eighty-four pages of corporate fraud, obstruction of justice, racketeering, and conspiracy to commit murder.
By Tuesday afternoon, financial news networks were looping footage of federal agents hauling boxes of documents out of the Vesceri Legal Counsel firm downtown. Analysts bickered on cable news about how the brilliant, untouchable legal mastermind of the Moretti syndicate had suddenly imploded from within. None of them knew the real catalyst—a seven-year-old girl’s silenced trauma and a four-year-old’s innocent observation of a broken music box music.
Inside the estate library, Vincent stood before the floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, reviewing asset transfer summaries handed over by the federal prosecutor’s office.
Marco stepped into the room, holding a secure tablet.
“Boss, the federal team just finished auditing the offshore shell accounts Dominic set up under Sofia’s name,” Marco reported. “Every dime has been frozen and flagged for repatriation back into the family foundation accounts. The feds are honoring the immunity deal for your core logistics network in exchange for Dominic’s full, unedited confession.”
Vincent didn't look up from the document. “And Dominic?”
“Locked in federal holding downtown awaiting arraignment. His defense attorneys are already trying to plea-bargain for a reduced sentence, but the prosecutor told me the judge has zero appetite for leniency once the murder conspiracy details regarding Sofia’s car become public.”
Vincent nodded slowly. “Good. Make sure our legal team provides every remaining scrap of physical evidence we found in the vault. I want him buried under the maximum sentence.”
“Understood, boss.” Marco hesitated for a second before adding, “By the way, Elena has taken Isabella and Ellie out to the greenhouse. The girls are planting spring bulbs.”
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A genuine, relaxed smile finally broke across Vincent’s face—the first real smile I had seen on him in years. He closed the leather-bound folder and set it aside.
“Let’s go see what they’re planting,” Vincent said.
