Chapter 7 - Federal Agents Surround The Elite Hamptons Wedding Venue
The romantic ambiance of the Hamptons reception was shattered entirely as the wail of approaching sirens echoed up the private driveway.
Three matte-black federal enforcement SUVs roared through the wrought-iron gates in perfect tactical formation.
Heavy doors opened simultaneously, and ten armed federal marshals poured onto the gravel courtyard in dark tactical gear.
Special Agent Vance flashed his gold badge under the fairy lights, striding purposefully toward the main reception terrace.
“Federal warrants for grand larceny, wire fraud, and international racketeering,” Agent Vance announced clearly.
Arthur stared at the federal agents in absolute disbelief, his legs trembling as he realized there was no escape route left.
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“This is a private residence! You have no jurisdiction here without a district court judge’s signature!” Arthur protested weakly.
Agent Vance held up a thick manila folder bearing an embossed federal seal and the signature of the chief district judge.
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