ghosts rot in the dark.”
I looked at the vault. Billions of dollars sat behind that door. The ultimate prize. The thing that had corrupted Graham, driven Vivian to madness, and turned Marcus into a traitor.
I turned back to my sister and smiled.
“Let it rot,” I agreed.
Six months later, the Harrington name was nothing but a cautionary tale printed in the back pages of the financial times.
Graham pleaded guilty to forty-two counts of wire fraud and embezzlement. Without Vivian’s money to buy a high-priced defense, he was sentenced to thirty years in federal prison. He writes me letters, begging to see “our” sons. I burn them unread.
Marcus was disbarred and indicted for corporate espionage and extortion. The true irony was that his own obsession with the vault blinded him to the empire he could have built legally. He’ll spend the next decade in a cell
