Chapter 10
By four o'clock in the morning, the rain began to fall heavily over the bustling streets of Manhattan.
Inside the federal detention center downtown, Marcus sat in a cold stainless-steel holding cell.
His midnight blue tuxedo was rumpled, his white bow tie untied and hanging loosely around his neck.
Across the hall in a separate cell, Chloe sat on a bench, weeping continuously in her gold satin gown.
The heavy steel door of the holding area clicked open, and a junior defense lawyer walked inside carrying a notepad.
Marcus jumped up from his bench, rushing to the iron bars with wide, desperate eyes.
"Did you post my bail?!" Marcus demanded frantically, clutching the cold metal bars.
"My father's lawyers should have filed the emergency motion two hours ago!"
The young lawyer shook his head slowly, looking at Marcus with deep, professional sympathy.
"Your father was arrested an hour ago at Vance Tower, Mr. Vance," the lawyer revealed softly.
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"All Vance family assets have been frozen under the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act."
"No judge in New York will approve bail until the origin of those funds is verified by the Department of Justice."
