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Chapters (61)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Epilogue
  59. Author’s Note
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. About the Author

“Two weeks ago, a safe depository in Buenos Aires was broken into and a number of boxes were raided, one of which was owned by the Franklin Corporation. The criminals who took part in the heist were systematically tortured and murdered by agents working for a security company called Theodor Consultants. It would appear Theodor was desperate to locate and repatriate the contents of Box 1321, the box owned by your company. Media reports suggest a rival gang was trying to steal the haul. But that’s not true.”

Richard Franklin sat stony-faced in his chair while John perched on the end of the desk, looking distinctly uneasy.

Hembury maintained eye contact with the older man. “Theodor was taking its instructions directly from you, Mr Franklin.”

“Lieutenant, this is getting very tiresome. As I told you last time, a bank robbery in Argentina does not fall under the jurisdiction of the LAPD, so I can’t see why it should be of any interest to you.”

Hembury had been expecting Franklin to use the same ploy as last time. “It became of great interest to me and the LAPD last night when you employed a hitman to try and take me out.”

Although the blood was visibly draining from Franklin’s face, he managed to keep his composure. “Lieutenant, I would imagine that hundreds of boxes were hit in the robbery, so it’s impossible to know what specific box was being chased down by this Theodor company and, secondly, they have no connection either to me or to the corporation. So, right now, I’d like you to leave, and you can be certain I will be speaking to the governor directly to ensure you are seriously reprimanded for coming to my home with this outrageous accusation.”

It was time for Hembury to play his first major card. “Mr Franklin, Interpol is now working with the Buenos Aires Police Department and using all the considerable means at their disposal to break through the cloak of secrecy surrounding the true share ownership of Theodor and I have no doubt they will discover a direct link to the Franklin Corporation. In addition, Theodor’s CEO, Matias Paz, is currently in police custody. He has been charged with multiple counts of murder and is facing a life sentence. I wonder how long it will be before he decides to cut a deal with the authorities in order to gain immunity?”

Hembury let the last sentence hang in the air for maximum effect. John Franklin went to speak for the first time but his father gestured to him to remain silent.

“By the way, Mr Franklin, we now know that a mobile we found at one of the crime scenes, containing a contact number for your San Francisco office, belonged to Paz. I assume it was a direct line running straight to your office?”