"Transaction Complete."
The robotic female voice from the banking app echoed in the silent conference room.
Tia Sutton, George Sutton, and Diane Lee stood frozen, their eyes locked on Jack Brooks. Their brains were short-circuiting.
Four million dollars. Just like that.
Where did a man who had spent the last ten years in prison get that kind of liquidity? Did he rob a bank the day he got out? Or was he hiding a secret life?
Before they could process the shock, the dam broke.
The other relatives, realizing that Jack wasn't bluffing and that the money was real, abandoned all dignity. They swarmed forward like piranhas sensing blood in the water.
"Move! Move out of the way! I was here first!"
"Jack! Nephew Jack! Here is my contract! Three million! Transfer it to me now!"
"Me first! I
