Heavy boots pounded against the concrete floor outside the vault as Victor Vance’s voice echoed through the intercom speakers."You really thought I died in Zurich twenty years ago, Evelyn?" Victor's voice carried a chilling, low rasp. "Your husband was clever, but he was always too soft. He thought a steel vault door and a fake death report would end the Consortium. He never understood that the system belongs to me."Evelyn backed against the stainless-steel safe deposit boxes, her face pale under the harsh halogen lighting. "Victor... we saw the burning wreckage in '06. The Swiss police verified your DNA.""A body double pulled from a local morgue costs very little when you own the regional coroner's office," Victor replied coldly over the comms. "My children played their roles well. Julian thought he was ambitious. Victoria thought she was brilliant. But they were always nothing more than public distractions to keep international regulators looking at Western markets while I built