CHAPTER 8
Carmen’s face drained of every drop of color as her own voice echoed through the high-ceilinged penthouse suite, exposing her crimes in front of her family.
"Where... where did you get that?" Carmen gasped, her hands shaking so violently she dropped her pen onto the floor.
"My daughter is smarter than your entire lineage, Carmen," Alexander said, letting go of Javier, who collapsed onto the floor, clutching his neck and sobbing hysterically. "She recorded every second of your cowardice."
Alexander tossed the thick leather folder onto the table, opening it to reveal certified copies of offshore bank transactions, fraudulent property filings, and tax evasion reports.
"For the past three hours," Alexander explained, stepping around the table toward Carmen, "my legal team has been transmitting these exact documents to the IRS Criminal Investigation Division and the United States Attorney."
"You're bluffing!" Carmen spat, her voice cracking with rising panic. "My brother will have those warrants thrown out before breakfast!"
At that exact moment, the private elevator doors opened once again, and four uniformed federal agents from the FBI, accompanied by Dallas Police detectives, stepped into the penthouse suite.
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Lead Detective Rodriguez walked directly up to Carmen, holding a freshly signed federal arrest warrant in his gloved hand.
"Carmen Robles," Detective Rodriguez announced firmly. "You, your son Javier Robles, and the individuals present in this room are under arrest for federal extortion, felony assault, unlawful restraint, and conspiracy."
