Chapter 6 - The Confession On The Hardwood
Mark frantically flipped through the pages, seeing exact timestamps, IP addresses, and encrypted chat logs between himself and his mistress in Miami.
“Sarah, please, don't let him do this!” Mark begged, crawling on his knees toward his wife, ignoring the sharp porcelain cutting into his slacks.
“I was manipulated! It was Evelyn! Evelyn Miller told me to move the trust funds before the fiscal quarter ended!”
Sarah looked down at him with cold, emotionless eyes, pulling her emerald blouse tighter around her shoulders.
“Evelyn Miller is sitting in a federal holding cell in Lower Manhattan right now, Mark,” Sarah stated quietly.
“She signed a full confession two hours ago in exchange for witness protection against your cartel business partners.”
Mark’s breath hitched, the realization hitting him like a physical blow to the solar plexus.
He had believed he was playing a brilliant chess game against a helpless, wealthy heiress, only to realize he had been surrounded by an elite strike force from day one.
Arthur waved a single hand, and two of his operatives moved forward, grabbing Mark under the arms and hoisting him to his feet.
“Search his pockets,” Arthur commanded.
An operative reached inside Mark’s jacket, pulling out a silver keycard, a Swiss passport under a fake alias, and a small black USB drive.
“He was planning to catch a private charter to Zurich from JFK at 3:00 a.m., General,” the operative reported, handing the items to Arthur.
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Sarah stepped forward, taking the black USB drive from her father’s hand, recognizing the encryption emblem etched into the metal.
“This isn't just financial data,” Sarah said, looking at Mark. “This is the proprietary logistics software stolen from my family's defense firm.”
