Chapter 3
A deep, metallic thud resonated through the foundation of the luxury estate, signaling that emergency backup had arrived outside the front gates.
Elena’s face drained of color instantly, her charcoal gray suit jacket rustling as she spun around toward the darkened foyer entrance in panic.
"Marcus, someone breached the security perimeter; the federal silent alarm must have been triggered when the glass vial broke!" Elena whispered frantically.
Marcus ignored his mother, his eyes locked onto Sarah with a predatory intensity that promised immediate and violent retribution for her defiance.
"You think a few local police cruisers can save you from the Vance family syndicate?" Marcus hissed, taking another threatening step forward.
Sarah reached behind her back, her fingers closing around a heavy silver candelabra resting on the sideboard without breaking her eye contact.
"They aren't local police, Mr. Vance; those are federal marshals executing an emergency search and seizure warrant," Sarah stated with chilling certainty.
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The dining room windows rattled violently as a blinding beam of tactical searchlight swept across the manicured lawn and through the French doors.
Clara felt a sudden surge of adrenaline overpower her physical exhaustion, pushing herself upright against the high-backed velvet dining chair.
