Chapter 9 - The Ledger On The Oak Table
Arthur Sterling pulled out the black USB drive and tossed it onto the polished oak table, right next to Vance’s scotch glass.
“Your son gave up the encryption keys forty minutes ago on the expressway, Vance,” the General said coldly.
“We have the entire manifest of every illegal shipping container that moved through the Port of New York under your defense contracts.”
Arthur Vance stared at the drive, his chest tightening as his breathing grew shallow and labored.
“This is an illegal operation, Sterling,” Vance snarled, trying to regain his composure. “You have no jurisdiction on US soil! You’re out of uniform!”
Sarah leaned forward, placing both hands flat on the oak table, looking directly into the old man’s terrified eyes.
“My father isn't operating under military jurisdiction tonight, Arthur,” Sarah said with a deadly, quiet smile.
“He is acting as the Special Advisor to the Director of National Intelligence.”
“And I am the newly appointed Special Assistant to the Attorney General of the United States.”
Arthur Vance blinked in utter shock, realizing that the quiet, gentle girl who had served him dinner on holidays had been an undercover federal attorney all along.
The double doors swung open once more, and six uniformed federal agents from the Department of Homeland Security poured into the room.
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“Arthur Vance, you are under arrest for treason, corporate espionage, and conspiracy to commit federal wire fraud,” the lead agent announced.
As the steel handcuffs clicked around Arthur Vance’s wrists, the old man looked at Sarah with pure, helpless defeat.
