Chapter 3 - The Ghost of Sector Four
Maria stared at the heavy brass keys resting on the folded parchment. ""What do you mean, not safe? I have worked this corner since before either of you could shave.""
Martha stepped forward, taking Maria's flour-dusted hands between her own. ""They didn't change the zoning laws by accident, Maria. The developer buying up this entire four-block radius is Vanguard Capital. The head of their acquisition team is Harold Vance.""
A chill far deeper than the winter wind swept through Maria. Harold Vance was not an unfamiliar name; his construction cranes had loomed over the neighborhood like mechanical vultures for the past three years, demolishing family bakeries, laundromats, and tenement housing to make way for high-rise luxury condos. Small business owners who refused to sell found their grease traps inspected daily, their delivery trucks ticketed every morning, and sometimes, their storefronts shattered in the dead of night.
""My stall is small,"" Maria insisted, her chin lifting with stubborn pride. ""A cart takes up two meters of curb. Why would a billionaire care about an old woman selling rice and beans?""
""Because you don't rent this curb,"" Michael said, pointing down at the worn concrete beneath the wheels. ""Your late husband, Hector, registered this sidewalk plot under the 1978 Municipal Merchant Charter. The city cannot build the subterranean parking terminal for the Vanguard Tower without acquiring this exact twelve-foot easement.""
Maria blinked, bewildered. Hector had filed paperwork decades ago, filing dusty forms in municipal basements while he was still alive and hauling crates for the rail yard. She had assumed the small annual tax she paid was merely a vending license.
""Vance tried to locate Hector's heirs,"" Julian explained, pulling a thick dossier from his leather briefcase. ""They thought the deed was lost or abandoned. When they discovered you were still operating here every day, they changed tactics. First came the inspection raids. If that failed today, their next step was much worse.""
""What next step?"" Maria asked, her voice sinking to a whisper.
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Michael looked toward the far corner of the block, where a black sedan with tinted windows sat idling near the bus stop, its engine humming low.
""They know we are here now,"" Michael said grimly. ""And they won't wait for the morning to finish what the city inspectors couldn't.""
