Chapter 8
In a luxurious penthouse overlooking the River Thames in London, Arthur Sterling slammed his fist onto a mahogany desk. News reports flashing on the wall-mounted television screen confirmed the arrest and denial of bail for Eleanor Vance.
"That clumsy old fool ruined everything by leaving a digital trail in the teddy bear!" Arthur shouted furiously at his assistant. His private security consultant, a towering former mercenary named Vance, stepped out of the shadows quietly.
"The American federal authorities are already moving to freeze our London banking reserves, Mr. Sterling," Vance warned calmly. "We need to eliminate the loose ends before Ethan Hayes digs any deeper into our offshore shell companies," Arthur ordered. ချက်ချင်း.
"Sending operatives across the Atlantic right now will trigger Department of Defense tripwires," Vance noted with caution. "I don't care about tripwires; dispatch a professional team to neutralize Hayes before he testifies at the grand jury," Arthur hissed.
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Vance nodded slowly, pulling out an encrypted satellite phone to coordinate the unauthorized cross-border hit squad. They gravely underestimated the reach of an American father protecting his child with the backing of the state.
The trap was set on both sides of the ocean, and the final confrontation was rapidly approaching.
