Chapter 11 - The Prison Confession
Elena opened the transcript binder, reading the verbatim conversation recorded inside the maximum-security federal penitentiary.
The audio revealed that Rafael and his father had planned a much darker fate for Elena once their financial scheme succeeded.
"He never loved me, Aunt Helen; I was just a pawn in their corporate chessboard," Elena whispered, her voice tight with emotion.
"He's facing forty years in federal prison with no possibility of parole," Helen assured her gently, placing a hand on her arm.
"The Department of Justice is cleaning house, and nobody above the law will be spared from prosecution," she added.
General Vance poured a glass of water, walking over to the window to gaze out into the darkening forest.
"We must remain vigilant; desperate men in cornered positions often resort to desperate final measures," the General warned.
Just as he spoke, the cabin's primary power grid flickered once and plunged completely into absolute darkness.
The emergency red backup lights buzzed to life, casting an eerie crimson glow across the wooden living room walls.
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Marcus rushed into the room from the hallway, drawing his sidearm with rapid, practiced mechanical precision.
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