Chapter 7 - The Hidden Safehouse
Two days after the arraignment, Elena was relocated to a highly secure military safehouse nestled deep in the Blue Ridge Mountains.
The cabin was constructed from thick timber and reinforced glass, surrounded by advanced thermal motion sensors and perimeter patrols.
Elena sat on a comfortable leather sofa by the stone fireplace, wearing a warm cream sweater and dark denim jeans.
Her wrist bruises were healing nicely under medical care, and the constant look of terror in her eyes had been replaced by quiet strength.
A soft knock echoed at the cabin door, and General Vance stepped inside, removing his military cap and heavy wool coat.
"How are you holding up today, Elena?" her father asked gently, sitting down on the coffee table in front of her.
"I feel like I can finally breathe again, Dad," Elena smiled softly, pouring two cups of hot herbal tea.
"Good, because this fight isn't over yet," General Vance warned, his expression turning grave as he set down a manila folder.
"What is this?" Elena asked, picking up the folder with a slight tremor in her fingers.
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"Rafael wasn't acting alone; his family's corporate foundation has been laundering money for an international syndicate," Vance revealed.
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