Chapter 9 - The Arrest of Eleanor
Armed with the wireless camera footage, Mark drove straight to the FBI Field Office in downtown Boston.
Special Agent Sarah Miller reviewed the video recording, slamming her pen onto the desk in absolute outrage.
"This isn't just child abuse; this is felony kidnapping and attempted murder," Agent Miller declared firmly.
Within twenty minutes, four federal tactical vehicles sped down the highway toward Eleanor's oceanfront mansion in Cape Cod.
Federal agents smashed through the iron front gates, surrounding the multi-million-dollar property with weapons drawn.
Eleanor was sitting on her back patio drinking espresso in her dark red winter coat when agents kicked open the glass doors.
"Eleanor Vance! FBI! Put your hands on your head immediately!" Agent Miller shouted, leveling her sidearm.
Eleanor dropped her porcelain cup, her jaw hanging open in disbelief as federal marshals slammed her against the marble table.
Steel handcuffs were clamped tightly around her wrists as news helicopters hovered overhead, broadcasting her arrest nationwide.
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"You can't do this to me! Do you know who I am?!" Eleanor shrieked as she was dragged down her driveway in front of neighbors.
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