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CHAPTER 116 PART 1
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The nine bosses of Chicago lay in a heap in front of the Harlow Pharmaceuticals booth, groaning and shaking on the cold floor.

Thompson Sr. hung onto the leg of the folding table with his swollen black arm, and every breath he drew came out as a wet rattle.

Mr. Fuller pressed his ruined face against the carpet. Mr. Mercer coughed up thin threads of black blood into his sleeve.

Preston Wells crawled forward on his elbows with his hair stuck to his forehead, and beside him Tamara Watanabe knelt w
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    The round guard let out a snort of laughter. He leaned down, rested his thick forearms on the window frame, and looked past Ethan at the two women inside. A slow, oily grin crept across his face."Any price," the round guard repeated. He turned his head to the tall one and shook it with theatrical pity. "You hear that? Any price. Look at this clown in his rented Bentley. Coming out here in the middle of the night to throw money around in front of two pretty ladies." He leaned closer to the window and winked at Victoria. "Do not be fooled, sweetheart. A man like this is all show. He is a peacock with an empty wallet. You should be riding with someone who can afford his own gas."Victoria's cheeks flushed with anger. Mrs. Hayes began to rise from her seat, but Ethan lifted one finger, and she sat back down."I am only asking to speak with him," Ethan said. His voice stayed even and mild. "If he refuses, I will go.""Oh, you will go," the round guard sneered. He straightened up and rappe

  • CHAPTER 134 PART 1

    The black Bentley glided north along the lake road with its headlights cutting two pale tunnels through the dark. Ethan drove with one hand resting lightly on the wheel.Beside him, Mrs. Hayes sat with her arm in a fresh bandage and her chin tilted, watching the black water roll past the window. In the back seat, Victoria held a thin folder in her lap and listened to the soft hum of the engine."Ethan," Mrs. Hayes said slowly. She turned from the window and studied the side of his face. "Forgive an old woman for asking. Nathan has never handled more than a few thousand dollars in his life. Now you have given him two hundred million and a pile of orders as tall as a mountain. Are you sure the boy can carry that much weight?""I am sure," Ethan replied. He kept his eyes on the road, and a faint smile touched the corner of his mouth. "Nathan is not clever, and he is not very disciplined. But he has a good heart. That counts for more than all the cleverness in the world.""Do you remember

  • CHAPTER 133 PART 2

    Nathan lowered his hands and looked up at the old man. The grumbling faded from his face. A new thought crept in behind his tired eyes, slow and serious, and his shoulders straightened."You are right," Nathan said quietly. He stood, brushed the sawdust from his shirt, and gripped the edge of the desk. "We cannot do this alone, Joe. We do not have enough men or machines. Call the other furniture shops in the district, the ones we can trust. The ones who treated us fairly when nobody else would. Send them extra work, and pay them well.""And the quality?" Old Joe asked. His brow furrowed. "If they cut corners, the medicine will spoil. Mr. Cole said the boxes must be perfect.""Then they will not cut corners." Nathan's voice hardened. "Every box gets inspected before it leaves. If a single one is bad, I will take it out of my own pocket. Ethan trusted me with this. I will not let him down."He glanced toward the factory floor, where a dozen tired workers were beginning to arrive in thei

  • CHAPTER 133 PART 1

    The Harlow Furniture woodworking factory sat at the end of a gravel road on the South Side, a long gray building with a sagging roof and a smokestack that had not worked in years.Sawdust drifted through the open loading doors in the cold morning light. Inside, rows of lathes and saws stood silent, and the air smelled of cedar and machine oil.In the small office at the back, Nathan Harlow lay slumped across a desk with his cheek pressed against a stack of blueprints.His collar was wrinkled, his hair stood up in tufts, and a thin line of drool had dried at the corner of his mouth.He had not slept in two days. Every hour since Ethan's call had gone into cutting, sanding, and sealing medicine boxes, and when his body finally gave out, it did so without any warning at all.The door banged open. Old Joe, the deputy manager, burst in with his cap crooked and his phone clutched in one trembling fist. His round face was red and shining with sweat."Nathan! Nathan, wake up!" Old Joe cried.

  • CHAPTER 132 PART 2

    "You are a Morgan, and you know his habits, his weaknesses, and his secrets. That is worth more than any amount of money." Tamara smiled thinly. "There is only one condition. You must pass a test. It is a brutal one. Not everyone can do it."Sophia stood very still. She thought of the sour smell of the diaper on her face, and the thug's greedy eyes, and the doors slamming one after another down the street. She thought of the photograph of a young man in uniform standing beside an emperor, and of her own hand slapping that man's face in a crowded hall. A cold, ugly heat rose through her chest and burned away the last of her doubts."I will do it," Sophia said. Her voice was hard and flat. "Whatever the test is. I want revenge.""Good girl." Tamara's eyes glittered. She turned and pointed one long finger at the frozen figure against the wall. "Then here is your test. Strangle your mother. With your bare hands. Until she stops breathing."The words fell into the dark alley like stones in

  • CHAPTER 132 PART 1

    Sophia took a step back. Her eyes went from the frozen figure of her mother to the bruised woman in the black coat, and her whole body tensed like a deer that has heard a twig snap."What did you do to her?" Sophia demanded. Her voice shook. She raised her hands as if to guard her face. "You are the one who sent those swordsmen into the hall tonight. You tried to kill people. Why should I believe a single word you say?""Because I have no reason to lie to you," Tamara replied. She said it gently, with a tired little shrug. "I only froze your mother to keep her quiet. She would have screamed the whole street awake, and I would rather not draw an audience. She is not hurt. Look at her eyes. She hears every word."Sophia glanced at Diane. The terrified eyes rolled toward her with a silent plea, and then slid away. A sour guilt turned over in her stomach, but she did not move.Tamara pressed a hand to her chest, just beneath the collar, and a thin line of pain crossed her face. She drew a

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