Chapter 11 - The Federal Raid Hits
Above the roar of the idling diesel engines, the sharp, rhythmic whir of federal helicopter blades began to chop through the night air overhead.
Two massive tactical spotlight beams illuminated the roof of the estate as three dark SUVs tore up the lawn, stopping near my pickup truck.
Ten heavily armed FBI tactical officers spilled out of the vehicles, led by Special Agent Miller holding an open federal arrest warrant.
The front glass doors were thrown open, and federal agents poured into the grand room, rifles raised, commanding everyone to put their hands in the air.
“Victor Vance! Sabrina Vance! Stay exactly where you are!” Agent Miller shouted, his voice echoing over the roaring diesel trucks outside.
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Victor dropped his cigar onto the carpet, his hands shaking violently as he raised them slowly above his head in total, helpless surrender.
Sabrina fell to her knees, weeping hysterically into her hands as federal officers handcuffed her wrists tightly behind her red dress.
