The Vanishing Heir

Some secrets don't want to be found, but I've always been good at digging.

A burner phone is a ghost, but every ghost leaves a trace.

The air in Victor Ashford's penthouse office is as cold and sterile as the man himself.

The server hummed a guilty tune, a low thrum of ones and zeroes that screamed conspiracy.

Some people run from their problems. Elena Voss just vanished into thin air.

The foundation. It wasn't a charity, it was a vault.

The news cycle feasted for three days on the Ashford scandal.