CHAPTER 7
Three days later, I was transferred from the intensive care unit to a private recovery suite on the top floor of the hospital.
Special Agent Marcus Vance walked into the room carrying two heavy brown leather evidence boxes, setting them down on the bedside table with a heavy thud.
"Mr. Mercer, Miss Mercer," Agent Vance began, offering a respectful nod to both of us. "I wanted to personally brief you on what our forensic accounting division recovered from Dane Global’s servers."
He opened the first box, revealing dozens of physical ledgers, encrypted hard drives, and offshore wire transfer confirmations originating from Swiss and Cayman banks.
"Victor Dane wasn't just attempting a hostile takeover of your company," Agent Vance explained, leaning against the window frame. "He was working as an unregistered agent for a foreign defense consortium attempting to steal Mercer’s proprietary hypersonic engine schematics."
"Did you recover the leaked blueprints?" Elena asked, her expression sharpening into pure professional focus.
"Every single file was intercepted and quarantined inside your briefcase's quantum buffer before it could leave the country," Agent Vance confirmed with a grin. "Victor’s foreign buyers realize they've been exposed, and three foreign diplomats have already been declared persona non grata by the State Department."
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"What about Victor’s bail hearing?" I asked, looking at the lead agent.
"The federal judge designated him a extreme flight risk and a national security threat," Agent Vance replied firmly. "His bail was formally denied. He will remain in federal custody until his trial begins in November."
