Chapter 8 - THE PENTHOUSE RAID
Four unmarked federal vehicles screeched to a halt in front of the luxury downtown residential skyscraper.
Mark stepped out of his car alongside Detective Vance and six heavily armed federal marshals in tactical gear.
They bypassed the front reception desk, taking the private express elevator straight up to the penthouse floor.
The elevator doors slid open to reveal a sprawling, minimalist apartment decorated with expensive modern art pieces.
Julian Vance stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass windows holding a crystal glass of amber bourbon.
"What is the meaning of this federal intrusion?!" Julian demanded, turning around with a furious scowl.
"The party's over, Julian," Mark announced coldly, stepping out of the elevator behind the armed marshals.
Julian’s face drained of all color, his glass slipping from his fingers to shatter against the hardwood floor.
"Mark... you're making a terrible mistake based on rumors," Julian stammered, backing away toward the terrace doors.
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Federal marshals lunged forward, slamming Julian against the glass wall and snapping steel handcuffs onto his wrists.
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