Chapter 9 - Unmasking The Federal Operative
Julian let out a triumphant yell, pointing wildly at her. “I knew it! She’s a cop! Shoot her, Knox!”
Knox instantly reached inside his dark charcoal-blue suit jacket, his hand wrapping around the grip of his sidearm.
Before he could draw, Maya’s hand moved with lightning speed, pulling her concealed weapon from beneath her black jacket and aiming it directly at Arthur Vance’s chest.
“Nobody moves!” Maya commanded, her voice cutting through the room like shattered glass.
“Federal Agent Maya Lin, Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, and Firearms,” she declared, showing no tremor in her aim.
“This property is surrounded by two teams of federal marshals as of two minutes ago.”
Arthur Vance collapsed back into his leather armchair, clutching his chest as his face turned ash-grey.
Julian backed away toward the tall glass patio doors, his hands raised in frantic surrender.
“Marcus! Do something!” Julian squeaked in terror.
Marcus Callahan, however, did not reach for a weapon, nor did he panic.
He slowly set his cigar into an ash tray on the desk, leaned back in his chair, and began to clap his hands in a slow, rhythmic beat.
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“Magnificent,” Marcus murmured, a genuine smile breaking across his broad face.
“I knew the moment you put Julian on his knees at the restaurant that you were no ordinary waitress.”
