Chapter 13 - The Fall of the Greedy
Marcus Vance froze on the steps, his tactical squad lowering their nightsticks in shock as police officers surrounded them.
"What are you talking about, Commissioner?!" Marcus demanded, trying to back away toward his security van.
"We have full digital evidence supplied directly from the FBI financial crimes unit," Hayes announced, holding up a file.
"Your secret communications regarding the gas attack in the basement vault were intercepted two hours ago."
From around the corner, two police officers led a handcuffed Richard Sterling and Arthur Croft out of a unmarked sedan.
Richard was weeping openly, his expensive suit ruined and his hair messy from his sudden, chaotic arrest.
Croft spat on the pavement, glaring at Henry with pure, unadulterated hatred as he was marched past the crowd.
"You ruined everything, old man!" Croft screamed, struggling against his hand restraints. "You ruined a multi-billion-dollar deal!"
Henry walked down the marble steps slowly, standing directly in front of the disgraced financial titan.
"No, Croft," Henry said softly, looking him dead in the eye with profound dignity.
"You ruined yourself the moment you thought money was more powerful than human kindness."
The crowd of workers erupted into a roaring cheer as the police placed Croft and Richard into the back of the transport vans.
Marcus Vance dropped his radio, raising his hands in surrender as two officers clicked handcuffs around his wrists.
The rain finally began to clear overhead, rays of bright morning sunlight breaking through the heavy Chicago clouds.
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Leo looked at Henry, tears of relief shining in his young eyes. "We did it, Mr. Brooks... we actually saved our home."
Henry smiled warmly, placing his hand on Leo's shoulder. "No, Leo... you saved it the moment you gave me that bowl of soup."
