Chapter 15 - Identifying The Mysterious Person Monitoring The Live Feeds
Back at the lighthouse, Marcus kept his shotgun trained on Vance as the old man stepped slowly toward the edge of the granite cliff.
"You can lock me away in a federal cell, Marcus, but you'll never find the true master behind the corporate trust," Vance taunted.
"What are you talking about? You are the founder and head of the syndicate," Marcus countered, tightening his grip on the stock.
"I was merely the front man... the person who orchestrated your wife's disappearance and your daughter's adoption is much closer than you think," Vance smiled.
Before Marcus could press him further, the sound of helicopter blades echoed loudly over the crashing waves of the Atlantic Ocean.
Two black FBI helicopters broke through the coastal fog, descending rapidly toward the grassy clearing surrounding the old stone lighthouse.
Captain Miller's voice boomed through the aircraft's external loudspeakers, echoing across the windy cliffside.
"Marcus Vance! Drop your weapon and surrender immediately! The area is completely surrounded by federal tactical units!" Miller commanded.
Vance laughed hysterically, throwing his hands up in mock surrender as the agents fast-roped down onto the rocky shoreline.
"You're too late to save your family's legacy, Marcus... the true heir has already claimed the board seat," Vance whispered cryptically.
As federal agents swarmed the lighthouse to secure Vance in handcuffs, Marcus stared out at the gray horizon with a chilling sense of dread.
He realized the mysterious person monitoring the live feeds from the mansion hadn't been captured or identified by the federal team yet.
The true mastermind was still hiding inside the secure perimeter of his own suburban estate, waiting for the right moment to strike.
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Marcus lowered his weapon, turning his back on the arrested criminal as he climbed into his truck to race back to the mansion.
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