Chapter 8 - Federal Agents Surround The Suburban Mansion Perimeter

Before Vance could take another step into the study, the sharp wails of approaching emergency sirens shattered the quiet night air outside.
Flashing red and blue lights painted the white pillars of the front porch in dancing strips of crimson and cobalt illumination.
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Vance froze, his hand instinctively sliding toward the interior pocket of his charcoal suit jacket where a concealed weapon rested.
“Don’t even think about it, Vance! The perimeter is already locked down by federal authorities,” a booming voice echoed from the hallway.
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