Chapter 6 - The Keys to the Sports Car
Kane looked down at the shivering restaurant owner on the floor.
“The car keys, Harrison,” Kane commanded.
Sterling blinked through his tears. “What...?”
“The key you were spinning on your finger while this child watched you from the hallway,” Kane said.
With shaking, sweaty fingers, Sterling pulled the leather fob of his brand-new Porsche 911 from his pocket and laid it on the floorboards.
Kane kicked the key across the floor toward Marcus.
“Marcus,” Kane ordered. “Have the vehicle transferred to our certified auctioneer. Liquidate it by tomorrow morning. Every dollar proceeds directly into a specialized trust fund for all forty-two staff members who were cheated by this parasite.”
Marcus smiled with genuine satisfaction. “Consider it done, Boss.”
Sterling began pounding his fists against the floorboards, screaming in despair: “That car was custom ordered! You’re robbing me!”
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“I’m not robbing you, Harrison,” Kane replied with chilling finality. “I am repossessing the property of a dead man walking.”
Outside the restaurant’s floor-to-ceiling glass windows, the wail of approaching sirens shattered the downtown Chicago afternoon.
