Chapter 18 - The Federal Arrest On The Nineteenth Floor
Eleanor’s cold composure completely disintegrated, her face turning ashen as the federal prosecutors slowly backed away from her side.
Judge Miller picked up his desk phone, dialing the direct line to the Director of the United States Marshals Service in Washington D.C.
"This is Chief Judge Miller. I am issuing emergency federal bench warrants for Eleanor Vance and Assistant Director Ramirez immediately," he ordered.
Four U.S. Marshals stepped into the private chambers, moving swiftly to place heavy steel handcuffs around Eleanor’s manicured wrists.
Ramirez tried to turn toward the exit, but two Marshals tackled him to the carpet, stripping him of his federal badge and service weapon.
"You're making a catastrophic mistake, Miller!" Eleanor shrieked as she was dragged toward the judicial holding elevator down the hall.
"This network reaches all the way to the White House! You won't live to see the trial begin!" she screamed before the elevator doors closed.
Marcus wrapped his coat around Clara's shoulders, pulling her tight against his chest as she wept tears of utter relief into his suit jacket.
"It's over, baby... it's finally over," Marcus whispered, kissing her damp hair as Dr. Harrison offered a warm, triumphant nod.
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Outside the high floor windows, the morning sun began to break through the dark rain clouds, illuminating the golden statue of William Penn above City Hall.
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