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PART 30

The drive to New York was long,

the highway stretching out under a clear blue sky.

Sarah sat in the passenger seat,

her laptop open,

scrolling through the history of my grandfather’s business dealings.

"Arthur Bennett was a silent partner in several international shipping lines,"

she muttered,

adjusting her glasses.

"He withdrew all his visible capital in the late nineties,"

"everyone thought he lost it in the dot-com crash."

"But looking at these old ledger entries from the FBI database,"

"he didn't lose it."

"He hid it."

We arrived at the prestigious law firm on Wall Street,

the glass and marble building towering into the clouds.

A senior partner in a sleek grey suit escorted us into a private conference room,

placing a heavy brass lockbox on the table.

"Mrs. Lawson,"

the lawyer said formally,

sliding a vintage key across the table toward me.

"Your grandfather was a very wise man."

"He knew that wealth can attract sharks,"

"even within one's own family."

"He gave strict orders that if your sister or husband ever attempted to access your primary inheritance fraudulently,"

"this box was to be withheld until they were legally neutralized."

I took the key,

the cold brass fitting perfectly into my hand.

I turned it in the lock,

a heavy click echoing in the quiet room.

I lifted the lid.

Inside lay a thick stack of old land deeds,

stamped with the seal of the city of Chicago.

And beneath them,

a handwritten letter from my grandfather,

dated the year Noah was born.

"My dearest Emma,"

the faded ink read,

"If you are reading this,

the people you trusted have failed you."

"But you have survived."

"The deeds in this box belong to the waterfront commercial districts in Chicago,"

"leased to the city for ninety-nine years."

"The value isn't just in the land, Emma."

"It’s in what lies beneath it."

"The blueprints for the underground transit system are included."

"And the secret vaults Ethan spent his life looking for,"

"are actually built into the foundation of your own father’s old workshop."

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